Friends, collies, climbing dogs
Well here it is fans, my wonderful first Munro year in verse!
My Van, getting us there
Road runner motoring on
– Tin box with complex needs –
Motorway or city throng
Rivers Forth and Clyde nae heed.
Awesome screens of deep hung mist
Refreshment for a sullen May.
Takes a turn and shakes a fist
Ben Lomond bathed in blue today.
Map and compass, GPS
Trigs and grids and contours gold.
Stone cairns to join our journeys song
Though B tries hard were lost and cold.
Tracks with stones to hurt my toes
And velvet paths of moss that sooth.
Big boulders span my highs and lows
While sinking bogs depress this dude.
Mountain views as ocean vast
Crescent rolls in Mexican wave.
Peaks that cut the sky like glass
Great valley floors, cathedral naves.
Back at base
My van spells out the end of day
Poor battered and beleaguered tank.
Under purple blanket warm I stay,
For slippered feet, to Mary, thanks.
Friends who read my every blog
And send us readies for the pot
Big ambitions, little dog
Watch this space, it’s getting hot!