Mountain Rescue

Thank you very much for visiting my blog. This is my response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge.  The two prompt words, to be included but used synonymously, are Ghost and Hollow.

My poem this week is about how I felt when 32 imposing bi peds came, in a never ending torrent, over the mountain ahead of me. My people seemed to think they were the best thing since sliced bread (if you like that sort of thing) but, to me, they were terrifying aliens invading my already anxious space. I was so confused. One minute we were having a lovely mountain walk and the next my male person was on the ground and there was some sort of commotion and then a v. v. v long wait. I was getting very nervous because I didn’t have a clue what was going on. Why weren’t we walking on and on to the top. Who were these people, carrying on with those things they attach to their ears, and why was my person all wrapped up and looking sad. What in heavens name was that thunderous noise coming from the sky.



Spooked, scared, defensive.
Ghouls in black and red attend
My crevice d person

     By Ben, the dog poet © 2018

NB I’d better report that my person will be OK in a few months. I’m not so sure about me.

Here is what all Colleen’s other poets got up to last week

Love Ben xx







On Great Gable


how lovely of you to visit me, thank you. This is my latest post in response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge The two prompt words this week, to be integrated synonymously, are dignity and success.

Me and my person did a long walk yesterday, up a v. v. v big mountain, called Great Gable, in the English Lake District. Right at the top, fixed to the summit, is a war memorial my person had come to see. This is the story.

On 6th June 1924 a group of people, who had survived the first world war, took this memorial to the top of this classic hill to remember their friends, who had not returned from the battlefields. They were part of a club that used to meet in Wasdale to go rock climbing, in what was then a remote mountain valley. They were the pioneers of this relatively new sport. The date they choose was the exact same day that George Mallory and Sandy Irving disappeared into the waves of rolling cloud with just two more obstacles to go before claiming victory – Mallory’s third attempt – at the summit of Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the world. They never returned and whether they made it or not is the greatest mystery in the history of mountaineering.

You can read lots more about it in a brilliant book called ‘Into the Silence’ by Wade Davis. He puts the quest to conquer the highest mountains in the world in the context of a generation of men made fearless through the barbarous conditions of trench warfare and the horrific sights they had been through, or known their friends had experienced.

My person wrote this poem about it:

memorial g. g.

Memorial placed

On high hill to honour men

Whose death won freedom


Unveiling the war memorial


As for me, I got up to the summit, then bowed my head in memory of more than 400,000 horses, belonging to the cavalry units, that were killed.

Love Ben xx 0

Ben’s World, 9th April 2018


how lovely of you to visit me, thank you. This is a snap shot of my world in response to the weekly questions posed in Cee’s Share Your World  post.

You can read all about my v. v. v big adventure by visiting my home page  and also, my Munro blogs. All my poems are here dog-poets page

Been anywhere recently for the first time?

Not for a little while now. The caravan park where we have our static is open again, so it’s been rediscovering my favourite walks at weekends, since 1st March. I must say they looked a lot different at first, in all the snow.

I did go to Stratford upon Avon, in January. It was brilliant I had the biggest game of ball ever down by the river, across from the theatre where they put on all those plays by a man called Shakespeare.

List three favorite book characters.

Lassie, Montmorency, Rowl and Snitter.


The Plague dogs is my favourite. It’s v. v. v exciting and I really worry about their safety but there’s a happy ending. And, big bonus, it’s all set in the English Lake District.

What is your favorite non alcololic drink: hot or cold?

A nice long drink of cold fresh water from a Scottish Loch, high in the hills, after a long walk and before a lovely swim.


What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  

Our old girl was 15, that’s 90 in human years. She had a big party and I wrote her a special poem. A poem for the old girl.

I’m looking forward to hearing about the new places you have been too.

Love Ben xx