Up the last steep hill out of the trees
Onto the ridge and a cooling breeze
Sit on the summit, with a clear blue sky
A flask of coffee some crisps and a pie.
And though the path snakes ahead
For a couple of miles or more
It\'s all downhill from here.
With wind in my face and sun in my eyes
I smile and sigh and realise
That despite assorted ache and pain.
I might never feel this good again.
And though my path snakes ahead
For a couple of years or more
It\'s all downhill from here.