Time stood still as if a dream,
Of cliffs so high yet so serene,
Of water rushing to its fate,
To join again in peaceful state.
Of mist that was and yet was not,
It clung to trees and face of rock.
It seemed to hide and then reveal,
Before my eyes the scenes surreal.
Though few will know the things I've seen,
I shall for ever on these memories lean.
Remembering the time in awe I spent,
Between the walls of rock ice rent.
And in my heart I can always say,
"I have been to Rudyard Bay"