Sea Fever

I must go down to the beach again, where the horizon meets the sky
and all I need is a surfboard, and my Coppertone 45
and the rise of the surf and the gull's song and the breakers softly breaking
and a sparkling sun over me, and the sea grass slowly shaking.

I must go down to the beach again, for the call of the siren tide
is a captive call and a strong call stronger with each wave I ride
and all I ask is a crystal day with the ocean waves a swelling
and a waxed board and a longboard, and my sis wildly yelling.

I must go down to the beach again, and enjoy my surfing life,
it's a true life and an honest life where the pipeline swells are rife
and all I ask are good brahs, laughter and a diet coke
and an Aloha spirit, and more time, cause dude, I'm totally stoked.

*A modern take on John Masefield's "Sea Fever."