To see the sunrise be prepared
To get up early, wear warm clothes;
Be sure to bring good walking boots.
To go this way and tread this path,
Bear in mind the going’s rough,
Uneven, stony, all uphill,
The track itself is nothing much,
A steady climb on jumbled stones.
A flock of sheep already up.
A tunnel through the trees – the home
Of badgers, rabbits, and flapping crows.
At every twist, you see your gaffe:
The summit still seems far above,
The track deceived you one more time.
Keep going now, you can’t turn back.
At last this hill’s wide brow appears
But now a dirty trick is played:
The path is gated: you must turn right
Along the contour, not the slope.
Take care: a wide brown puddle spreads
From hedge to hedge; your patterned prints
Are adding texture to the mud.
Now turn again – the final stretch,
Straight to the summit, crowned it is
With three communications masts,
So silent in the tingling air,
A place to stop, to rest and see
The rising sun is peeping through
The Eastern cloudbank duvet-like
That covers slumbering Oxfordshire.
While nearer blow thin wisps of cloud
Like candyfloss set loose to fly.
The molten morning follows suit,
The blazing sun warms up the sky.
© 2016 Peter Young
This walk starts at the carpark at Hidcote, and follows the track shown in the previous entry.