To the crashing waves at Praa Sands Wife, daughter, niece and me Four lucky people Swimming together Lifted up screeching by the swelling waves Shivering and screaming in excitement At the masterful physicality Of the great sea As we are thrown this way And that
All problems have gone And we are totally absorbed By the great cleansing motion Up, down, swell and dip
All arguments, frustrations, anger Are swept away By the power of this Cornish high tide