The beach gleams white in the sun’s strong light, The ocean’s a fathomless blue The breakers roar on the reef and shore And call to me and you. The water is clear where the great fish sheer ‘Tween the coral rocKs below, And the surf boards ride there side by side, While the breakers come and go. It is each for each as we leave the beach, And nose through the breaking blue It is paddle well as we hit the swell And brea the white crest through. There’s a sudden swing, a twist and a fling The board points for the shore And you fix your eye where the surf flings high, To fall on the reef aroar. You watch it leave with a rising heave Gathering force as it goes And you paddle away and you dip and sway As it near and nearer shows. Then you flash through space in a whirling race, And a smother of salt sea spray, And the sea laughs by and the great bl1e sKy, Both call their roundelay. The warm trade breeze that moves the trees On the fringed shore ahead, With lingering kiss and soothing hiss, Steadies your whirling head. So it’s out to the roar of the spray spumed shore Again and still again, For life is good on your fashioned wood, And you care or know not pain.