Travel diaries
Devils Punchbowl - 10 June 2012
The scent of fresh wet earth still
lingers on,
As the beautiful sights fade gently
away.
Long in the distance, I remember the
tower,
Shifting place whilst we make our
way,
As though taunting and mocking us
from its high perch.
A maze of entangled roots amongst
buzzing bees,
Wet leaves on the forest floor
forming nature’s rug,
Softer and more creative than any
other,
Cushioning our tired knees.
Horses trot and the Lamas
stare back,
'Have you forgotten your way human?'
'Just passing by sir', we march away.
As the sun sets in the west,
Some weary folks walk into a pub.
Washing away the fatigue with a pint.
They sit around tables, some chatting
away;
Some glancing around the room.
Observing, content, happy faces; not
an inch of gloom.
It's been a long, tiresome journey,
but we are here now
Alive, cheerful and enjoying
together, the natures beautiful song.
I walked along the punchbowl with this wonderful group: http://www.meetup.com/Outdooraholics/
Photo credits: Daily post: http://bit.ly/M0VGJg
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