Whilst this shattered world of mountain passes,
may put off the homely masses,
we, who refused to stay
gaze upon skies rarely grey.
For despite the long and empty road ahead
all that rattles around our head –
are chuckling tales from travellers past,
and a knowledge that we’re not the last
to tread upon this punctured earth;
an ancient motherland giving birth
to those long-held dreams
of escaping drab and dreary city scenes.
To go out and embrace adventure
is certainly no ill-begotten venture.
For whilst our bodies may fray and thin.
I’m sure that our only sin –
– is to be a little different, us we few,
always seeking the highest peak, the best view.
Along paths we ourselves do make
not to mention the many pictures we try to take
of us living long and laughing fully,
creating memories that will not sully.
Of the endless perfect day.
We, who have come this way.