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.
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Author:
Garry (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A story about life and fell running.
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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.
Andy
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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