We left CAT in the afternoon
\nOn the signs to Dolgellau
\nWe were going to the mountains
\nI was not quite sure now how
\nI could ever climb up there
\nThe Chair of Idris who
\nHad been a giant and a poet
\nOf Welsh Legend which threw<\/p>\n
Me slightly I am old now
\nAnd my legs are very weak
\nIt was pouring from the heavens
\nBut getting to the peak
\nIs laborious and heavy going
\nAnd clearly on this day
\nWasn’t going to be easy
\nFor the mists can really prey<\/p>\n
On walkers on those high plateau’e
\nWhich ever path one takes
\nAnd so we decided to sit beside
\nThe river for all our sakes
\nOn the great souls apron
\nMany streams can be
\nFlowing white and crisp and cold
\nAnd underneath a tree<\/p>\n
A chestnut tree we camped a while
\nWatching the walkers come
\nWe threw chestnuts into the river
\nWatching them float and some
\nThey float off into the distance
\nOver the waterfalls
\nDespite the rain it was beautiful
\nIt kind of overhauls<\/p>\n
The senses in so many ways
\nA glorious mountain sits
\nAnd watches over Snowdonia
\nThe giant warrior pits
\nHis massive strength and melody
\nYou kind of felt it here
\nAll the power of Nature
\nWith the rugged cliffs so sheer<\/p>\n
My friends had really wanted to
\nGo further that I knew
\nAnd I was holding them back
\nThat much I felt so true
\nAn old man really shouldn’t
\nExpect the youth to be
\nCurtailed by his inability
\nThe frustration though could see<\/p>\n
It’s the nineteenth highest mountain
\nIn Wales
\nBut actually
\nthe second, most popular
\nThe perspective is the key
\nThe north face is quite brutal
\nAnd dangerous the ascent
\nThe south face still takes 5 hours
\nBut this time it wasn’t meant<\/p>\n
For us to climb to Penygadir
\nBesides the mists were there
\nAnd the wonderful panorama
\nWould have been hard to share
\nWith all the rain it clearly does
\nSpread its veil abroad
\nAnd the scenery that is clearly there
\nIt’s then hard to afford<\/p>\n
Still we sat there getting wetter
\nBut the air up there is clear
\nFresh and wild I felt like a child
\nAgain the stream so near
\nThe energy of Cader Idris
\nThrusting on and on
\nAnd all of this not far from CAT
\nAnd I felt sad when we had gone<\/p>\n
It was a great experience
\nDespite the heavy rain
\nLots of cars were parked up there
\nMost with two sticks, again
\nThey all walk with these special sticks
\nAnd most were set to be
\nHad all the gear and not an ounce of fear
\nFor they were going to see<\/p>\n
Up the fox path to the cliffs
\nWhere the scenery would be
\nSet in the clouds and rising fast
\nWith so much intensity
\nThe splashing of the rivulets
\nThe harmony of thought
\nThe old legs straining upwards
\nExalted by the sport<\/p>\n
Water has that energy
\nIt enlivens you and I
\nWas looking up at the great mountain
\nUp into the sky
\nPossibly I might one day come
\nAnd climb and sail
\nLike birds like chestnuts in the stream
\nTake a mountain trail
\nIn the quietness and tranquility
\nAsking myself who was I
\nTo hold back my accompanying friends
\nWho wanted to reach the sky<\/p>\n
There is a dark frustration
\nAn element of pain
\nWhen one become a nuisance
\nThere is nothing left to gain
\nIt’s a kind of stagnancy
\nIt’s Gestureless I feel
\nThough the rain was really coming down
\nClearly some conceal<\/p>\n
The joyfulness of walking
\nOf stretching the muscles wide
\nOf climbing to the summit
\nAware of the great ride
\nAnd being asked to stay down
\nOn the river banks below
\nIn a place all set for climbing
\nWhen ones vehicle is slow<\/p>\n
The traction and reaction
\nThe shortcoming we feel
\nWhat apparently is scalable
\nFor me is very real
\nClearly it’s a milestone
\nIn what life one has left
\nPerhaps a ponderation
\nFor the aching limbs bereft<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We left CAT in the afternoon On the signs to Dolgellau We were going to the mountains I was not quite sure now how I could ever climb up there The Chair of Idris who Had been a giant and … Continue reading