The Hike

By hilary west

Mon, 08 Apr 2019
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The country roads were wide and winding,

A canopy of trees and hegerows fresh with elderflower,

Giving off a lovely scent.

 

Then we came to a bluebell wood.

Like a dream of enchantment,

A blue carpet pearl'd with dew.

 

Rolling fields and farms were our playground,

But I didn't expect to come to terms with nature so abruptly

When we saw a lamb being born, glutinous and yellow.

 

Then to spend the night we encamped at a youth hostel,

Before bed a plethora of ghost stories,

To end our day in fright and horror before facing a new day.

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Enjoyed this (remembered?) ramble, though I wouldn't have had patience with the ghost stories!

The delight in looking and scenting in the first two verses, and then the privilege of seeing the lamb born (soon to be licked clean, and air-blown dry!) and the rolling countryside that always feels so full of hidden dips and new sights (we call it 3-dimensional countryside). Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Rhiannon,

Yes it is a remembered hike when I was about 13 with the scouts. I particularly enjoyed seeing a bluebell wood in full bloom, it was a marvellous sight, and then the lamb being born was, as you say, quite a privilege. Thanks for reading and your kind comments ! Sadly my legs won't take me there anymore.

Hilary     smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I enjoyed your poem Hilary, especially the part about bluebell wood and the rolling fields being your playground. Having that freedom is so important. I remember when I was about ten or eleven going into the woods and camping, we would make a fire up in the old quarry and sit around it telling each other ghost stories, I thought it was great fun and I never felt frightened at all...but then I suppose if something had come out of the trees or bushes I would have run home like a mad person, ha, ha! wink.

I did enjoy reading.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Jenny,

Thanks for taking a look at the poem. It's nice to look back and reminisce. I laughed that you were quite oblivious to the ghost stories. I felt peculiar when they were told on the hike. But gone are the days when I can get out now.

Best Wishes,

Hilary     laugh

 

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