Lure of a swirling pool Of rust brown moorland flow Cascading over rocks Covering orange sand; The first steps in Connect With primeval force And rhythm To synchronise with nature On eye level- a new world; The energy released To swim against the tide; To swim and hold ones own At one with nature’s force The cleansing that it brings; The mind is sharply focused Sees things usually unseen; The angled forms of rock, The feel of rounded stones, The sounds of rush of water, Chains of bubbles spiral; The freshness of damp air The warmth of the water. The freedom that is owned; Breathe deep and inhale An elixir for life is found.
Ruth Partridge 