Making my way through Maps

Learning, Life, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Poetry

#365daysofwriting #Backtoschool

Salford 25th July 2018

If i could go back to school, to master a subject – i reckon it would be Geography i’d do

Not English or History (even though i’ve got an interest in those subjects) – Geography.

You see, even though i’ve made my way through the toughest routefinder map, i still have my doubts how all those lines determine height and depth.  It would interest me no end on how those maps of mine translate to modern day life.

It might also fill an hour (or two) of my day. with some unofficial field trips to the pennines and lake district 🙂

Hike

Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors

Hike

An original piece of poetry by yours truly, It originally appeared on the Pages of Allpoetry.com but i’ve added a few lines and decided to share the new copy with the wordpressors – Hope you like it

His multi layered coat
is on his back
kinder scout area….
can expect an attack

He’s been planning this trek
out to the Peaks and his
movement theirin for about
eight weeks

His bag is packed,
his lunch – made up
thermos and map
and his favourite cup

Warm woollen socks
(to keep out the cold)
Thermal Fleece
(more precious than gold)

Wallet and Keys –
In a very safe place
and Binoculars –
to observe the wide space

Penknife to pull out occasional stones
Notepad  to record thoughts, drawings and tones
Money in wallet for the Bus and his tea
and watch , so he’s back for his dinner early

Small First aid kit – in case of mishap
(he hopes wont happen – to this happy chap)
Doesn’t need a car, a boat or a bike
Just a strong pair of boots
He’s off on a Hike

Mountain Meadow

Art, Colours, Leisure, Life, Memories, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Parks, Places, Pleasures

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Salford, 22nd February 2017

 

Lakeland, painting from photo by B.F.Kirkham

Mountain Meadow,

this colour takes me back to a particular time in my life

when my old boots would come off the stack in the hallway

and i’d journey with mates up and down the motorway

go north – and meet up with the cows of the lakes

rendezvous-ing with cows (mooing)

go south – and meet up with the sheep of the peaks

and reservoir regulars with bright coloured beaks

enjoying whatever the wind and the clouds threw at us

but mostly enjoying a sunny day.

 

A Tale of Old Boots

Good companion

 

 

hike

Memories, Outdoor Pursuits, Poetry, Scouting, Scouts

Hike

preparation done

his backpack full

a day on the hillside

its never that dull

 

Planned out a walk

cross moorland and hill

And stopping at reservoir

watching time stand still

 

Following a way

that’s old as Time

he’s having a packed lunch

when his watch does chime

 

Armed with a compass

binoculars and map

this accomplished hikers

a happy chap

 

and he’ll scribble his thoughts

at the boathouse by the edge

having drink at the pub

the sandpipers wedge

 

 

 

Hurdles

Learning, Poetry, Sport, Sports

A poem on challenge by yours truly.

Hurdles are there,

to give you a test

an Obstacle to conquer

Just do your best

Normally found

on a school or sports field

they appear in new ways

to try make you yield

Beginning really small,

when you’re a girl or a boy

when all that you care for

is your favourite toy

Writing up letters

Tying up laces

learning to add up

and knowing new places

Standing up tall, and learning to play –

Having some fun in your own special way

knowing whats good, and what’s bad to eat,

saving those pennies for a special treat.

Meeting new friends who are growing like you

facing new challenges to learn and to do

Heading off camping, striking off on your own

Putting up tents in a team or alone

All this and more – you’ll pick up in your youth

I’ll tell you no lies – I’m telling the truth.

When going ‘cross hurdles – if truth can be told,

The prize is a good one – more precious than gold