Sonnet 2.VII - To the Ocean, or Bust

Another sonnet about the ocean, in Shakesperean rhyme scheme.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied...
                                                      -- John Masefield, "Sea-Fever"

I must go down to the ocean again.
   Umbrella and towels in hand, I'll hike
   across the boardwalk, over shrubby sand - 
   a sea-turtle playground is this wide dike.
I must go down to the ocean once more
   to feel a warm breeze and smell salty air.
   At Tybee beach, watch the waves stir the shore
   and feel the hot, gaping, ocean sun blare.
I must go down to the ocean today
   taste the salt on my lips, feel the waves lift,
   and watch the seagulls dive, the dolphins play,
   and feel the breaking spume, over feet, drift.
I must go down to the ocean; I must.
   It's here I find relief from wanderlust. 

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