In peaty water,pebbled white as chalk
My feet feel ample pleasure as I walk
The stepping stone of Rothay I have shunned
For to the deeper water I am won
The silence but for birdsong faraway
Soothes each cell as they vibrate and play
The body like the coat of cat well stroked
Lies in pleasure, almost seems to float
The limestone pavement on high Hutton Roof
Grows little flowers of pure and subtle truth
Across we see the sands of Morecambe Bay
The dragging, shifting sands that suck and sway
The feet in sand and water feel well homed
Yet on the higher crags I long to roam
How my heart sings 