Enjoying The Surf Poem by Kieran J1996

I know this isn't really my turf,
But i cant help it, i just love to surf,
The feel of it all, the wind in my face,
This is my one, true happy place,
I know i am risking danger,
I may get caught, by a ranger,
But its worht it, fr the thrill,
To clime the clear watery hills,
Although 'hill' isnt really the word,
In fact, to use it, is quite absurd,

It is more of a giant mountain,
Or an enormous, chilly fountain,
Tonight though, the surf is light,
This is the best time for it really, at night,
When the moon shines down, upon the sea,
The waves are huge, taller than the biggest tree!
I love this life, it is wild,
It doesnt take much, for the sea to be riled,
My feet are planted, upon the board,
While around my ankles, a safety cord,
I am having, the time of my life,
I cut through the waves, like a razor knife,
If i had the choice: Stay or Change?
Then ther's no way i would exchange,
This life for another,
Not evern at the request of my worried mother,
So in the end, i love it all,
Just as a girl, does an American mall,