May Day
The leaders step out, their thoughts to unravel,
The rest follow on, boots crunching on gravel.
Lunch on the hill, while sat on a rock
The vista from here would be hard to knock.
The hills from the valley rise up to the heaven
While on to O’Connell trudge the magnificent seven.
The breeze in the trees sounds like a sigh
A flurry of arms as Gordon drives by.
A sky pale blue, the clouds fluffy white
Poplars all yellow, what a beautiful sight.
Cows in the paddock, white, black and brown
Move slowly forward their heads always down.
After lunch we put on our pack
To proceed to O’Connell, to meet Gordon coming back!
The café was our next scheduled stop
For coffee and scones with thick cream on top.
O’Connell’s pub is a homely place
A good country pub with no frills or lace.
The atmosphere friendly, the food just great
Beef pie on mash piled high on the plate.
Stewart meanwhile went with friends to be fed
He could go no further without brown bread!
Cosy and warm all felt just fine
The mood enhanced by the local red wine.
Virginia, Gordon, Marni and John
Discussing our walk and the day just gone
Also Stephanie, Dawn and Pete
Comparing the state of their feet.
At the end of our day we went to our bed
Content with our lot and the way we were fed
Day three of our walk and the crew complete,
With Edwina, Diana, Aida and Pete
The name of our group must now be amended
A name comes to mind with no malice intended
With no one related, not even a cousin
The Magnificent Seven becomes The Dirty Dozen.
Virginia had problems adjusting her pack
To get the straps right, didn’t quite have the knack
The road undulating, a bit of a slog
One more should be mentioned and that’s Pete’s dog.
After a couple of hours we stopped for a rest
Dawn awaiting the sign that said crest!
A trig station perched high on a mound
A mark for surveyors easily found.
John pointed the spot to which we were bound
Why then did he take us the long way around?
With road signs directing, we knew we were near
Finally arriving, greeted by John and a beer.
The leaders step out, their thoughts to unravel,
The rest follow on, boots crunching on gravel.
Lunch on the hill, while sat on a rock
The vista from here would be hard to knock.
The hills from the valley rise up to the heaven
While on to O’Connell trudge the magnificent seven.
The breeze in the trees sounds like a sigh
A flurry of arms as Gordon drives by.
A sky pale blue, the clouds fluffy white
Poplars all yellow, what a beautiful sight.
Cows in the paddock, white, black and brown
Move slowly forward their heads always down.
After lunch we put on our pack
To proceed to O’Connell, to meet Gordon coming back!
The café was our next scheduled stop
For coffee and scones with thick cream on top.
O’Connell’s pub is a homely place
A good country pub with no frills or lace.
The atmosphere friendly, the food just great
Beef pie on mash piled high on the plate.
Stewart meanwhile went with friends to be fed
He could go no further without brown bread!
Cosy and warm all felt just fine
The mood enhanced by the local red wine.
Virginia, Gordon, Marni and John
Discussing our walk and the day just gone
Also Stephanie, Dawn and Pete
Comparing the state of their feet.
At the end of our day we went to our bed
Content with our lot and the way we were fed
Day three of our walk and the crew complete,
With Edwina, Diana, Aida and Pete
The name of our group must now be amended
A name comes to mind with no malice intended
With no one related, not even a cousin
The Magnificent Seven becomes The Dirty Dozen.
Virginia had problems adjusting her pack
To get the straps right, didn’t quite have the knack
The road undulating, a bit of a slog
One more should be mentioned and that’s Pete’s dog.
After a couple of hours we stopped for a rest
Dawn awaiting the sign that said crest!
A trig station perched high on a mound
A mark for surveyors easily found.
John pointed the spot to which we were bound
Why then did he take us the long way around?
With road signs directing, we knew we were near
Finally arriving, greeted by John and a beer.
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