Sonnet

The Fellwalker's Day

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From sleeping bag or Lakeland guest house bed,
You rise and breakfast well, for energy
Is needed for the miles and stiles ahead;
Anticipation of the day to be.
You start a little hesitant, then soar!
The summit is in sight – or maybe not:
Those false peaks disconcert, in hiker's lore,
But in due course you're there – the highest spot.
A break for food and drink, then on your way.
Perhaps a ridge to other tops if time
Allows you to add pleasure to your day
And maximise the profit from the climb.
Descend to pub for pie and pint at last;
Sweet memories once climbing days are past.