Hi folks
ive been working on this
just about there but might make a few adjustments and tidy it up a bit
The Hill
It once defeated me, this Hill of Truth.
as it kindly informed me of my deficiencies.
Gasping and jelly legged
I could do nothing but surrender and dismount.
Yet smiled at so obvious a lesson!
Determinedly i shall gain admittance
to this admirable fellowship of the humble and cheerful cyclist.
No qualifications or secret handshake required
and here no imagined status can assist,
The hill being both arbiter and doorman.
Accepting fully my apprenticeship
I will endeavour to enjoy my meanderings.
Alongside the Loch and down the leafy lanes,
Pleased to see a Kestrel high above,
or a deer surprised by silent approach
How intimately I now know the terrain
and from this saddle the passing seasons.
Sense's stimulated alive and vibrant!
The warming breeze caresses my hands on the bars
as life awakes in the spring
In summer heat a lizard skitters across my path
and above the shining Loch an Osprey
In August I roam the Rowan berried lanes
and in Winter i see the skeins of Geese
like ribbons of smoke across the sky.
I wave and acknowledge other travellers
on these country roads, the farmers and workers.
I try not to impede their progress
and hope that my exertions can be recognised,
As also having purpose and merit
And today as i approach my hill, The Truth Hill.
gone is any dread or foreboding
For now i can share with the hill the knowledge,
That i am also a possessor of truth. In mind and body
and in this faithful beating heart
