FAREWELL TO HAPPY TIMES
Ah the Yorkshire Dales were calling
All that lovely drystone walling
Country crafts with miles of harting
Summer holidays were starting.
Bid adieu to London/Surrey
Leaving Whitehall in a hurry
Rucksack ready – bag sleeping
Instructions in a pocket keeping.
We were met at London Station
Basic was accommodation
Village Hall – the loo was leaking
Even Rafters – slightly creaking.
For ten days we congregated
Returning from the pub – elated
Meals haphazard – cooking dodgy
Heavy on the stomach – stodgy.
Sandwich picnics – tea from kettle
On Day Off exploring Settle
Clocking mileage – careful driving
Into Appleby arriving.
My boots and gloves – a trifle dusty
Skills becoming somewhat rusty
For me adventures have now ended
No more gaps to be mended.
Poem by Steve Glason 17th January 2014