We would swim towards the sunrise ...

Sheep grazing on Ballards Down watched us pass by - 

The sun was low in the sky - the Norman church cast its ancient shadow - 

We'd climbed the steep slopes as though we were pilgrims - 

Bright chieftains lay under the grass - 

Below the cliffs, the wind wrote names upon the sea - 

Old Harry was necklaced with foam - 

Ocean's mother served us tea as twilight fell - 

I resolved to swim with her at the Summer Solstice - 

I would walk into the sea with the other fervent swimmers - 

We would swim towards the sunrise, our bodies coloured a reddish gold - 

16.30

Sunday 3 January 2016

Studland

Dorset