"Peace. Love. Surf." - Chris Hawk   Now that I am beyond peril  Commend me not on land  In soil, to dirt  Fuel for worms  And all the earth's corruption   Lay me down  In the bosom of the stormy sea  In the grip of Poseidon's frenzy   Let your tears swell the tide  That bear all craft aloft  To fair winds and the quay side  At the pleasure of Mac Lír   Let my coffin fall past  The watchful eye of sharks  To join those who fell before  Sailors, pirates, mermaids  And all who ride upon the spray   Fire the Bofors gun  Once for my life  Once for my love  Once for my son  Once for my soul  Lost on the cresting wave   Chris Hawk surfer, shaper, Surfers' Hall of Fame inductee, died of cancer Oct. 23 here at his home in San Clemente.     "Peace. Love. Surf." - Chris Hawk