Swimming Out To The Rock

SWIMMING OUT TO THE ROCK by Ian Liburd, Leicester

I AWOKE FEELING READY TO GO – GIVE IT THE LARGE, SWIM OUT TO DE ROCK. IT WAS SUNNY MORNING WITH A NICE BREEZE, GAVE ME THE FEELING OF OOH U KNOW, IT CAN BE MY DAY. ANYHOW, MUM WAS WASHING CLOTHES AS USUAL. KWIK BREKKY THEN GT A TRANS TO THE BEACH. YEAH MAN, ARRIVAL WAS GOOD AND THE BEACH WAS QUIET. EARLY MORNING STYLEE. ANYWAY I WAS UP FOR IT, IN OTHER WORDS. GOT CHANGED AND PUT ONE FT IN AFTA THE OTHER IN THE TEPID BLUE COLOURED WATER, NATURALLY. SWIMMING OUT TO DA ROCK STROKE BY STROKE GIVING MY BODY A NECESSARY WORK OUT. FLOATING OUT YONDA DISTANCE, HEARING THE HOOTERS OF BOATS BIG AND SMALL AND DE EARLY FISHERMEN AWAITING A CATCH. BOATS COMING INTO THE HARBOUR WITH HOLIDAY MAKERS LOOKING ONWARDS. MY EXPERIENCE TO DE ROCK WAS LIKE HAVIN A LYME N NJOYN MA SKIN, PEACE.

IAN LIBURD.