All Downhill from Here

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. 

  • Author: Garry (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2022 08:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: A story about life and fell running.
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  • Goldfinch60

    May that path go on for many many more miles Garry.

    My wife and I used to walk the Yorkshire Dales back in the day and we have climbed Whernside and Pen-Y-Ghent but we did not do Ingleborough for some reason.


    • Garry

      They are just a few miles from me. And awesome places, when they are quiet. The Fell I was thinking of on this poem is loosely Hutton Roof /Farleton Fell which are super little areas of high ground and limestone pavement running in a sort of ridge W from jn 36 on the M6

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