Raalhugandu
Raalhugandu

The Clouds melt,
Making ground wet;
The old man slept,
In his beach shed,
With his pillow pet,
In his cozy bed.

Right off sea ledge,
The tide’s low ebb,
Surfers wait to fetch,
In hopes to catch,
The next big wave;
For this ride they crave.

Cheers!
Hammett