Wild and wonderful and free
Is how the ocean looks to me.
Foam that flies across the road,
Wind and waves that toss their load
Of logs and seaweed on the land,
Leave them lying on the sand.
Imagine standing in those rollers,
Feel the power bowl you over.
No, no, no. I’m not that crazy.
Where’s my camera? I’ll be lazy.
It’s too chilly for such folly,
Best go home and deck with holly.