Will we hear the  waves swirl as we gasp?

We are walking  like small children  on the sands
Sinking very slowly  as we go
Our legs  get shorter as we cross the bay
As the currents of the Kent  still outward flow

Now our  feet   and legs have disappeared   
We can’t swim through sand   or muddy  shore
So we’re stuck , and wildly wave our hands
It’s  too late to learn the seaside lore

Now it’s just our heads that stick out, breathe
We see  the Langdale Pikes   distinctive form
I lift up  my eyes,  salvation’s gone
I’m  going under now, we’re all alone

We keep on walking  , crazy in our trust
Will we love the  waves swirl as we gasp?