I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a good board and a wave to ride her by,
And the fin's kick and the wind's song and the inner rail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and double overheads breaking.
And all I ask is a good board and a wave to ride her by,
And the fin's kick and the wind's song and the inner rail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and double overheads breaking.
Then as now, bodyboarding was derided as the lesser of wave sports, having taken a back seat to surfing ever since Rudyard Kipling penned his immortal "The Longboarder's Burden". Masefield caved in under pressure from his editors and retooled the poem as a sailor's song, thereby securing his immortal fame and burying his secret heart.
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