The coastal rope bridge at Carrick-a-Rede, Antrim, Northern Ireland |
My entry was very hush-hush (I know one of the judges) and – I thought – not a bad effort for someone who hasn’t attempted to write poetry of any kind since university.
Harri liked my poem very much, but wondered if it was maybe a little elitist, i.e. he thought that few, if any, on the panel of judges would understand the feeling of absolute exhaustion (mental as well as physical) when faced with yet another peak to climb. In essence, he doubted whether they would grasp the exciting concept of a system of rope bridges across
Rope Bridges
If there’s one thing that hikers hate – yes, even more than stiles –It’s conquering the highest peak for miles and miles and miles
Then spotting just across the vale, another bloody cairnAnd knowing that the only route is down then up again.
But wait, I think there is a way to salve those weary feet A nifty little rope bridge ‘twixt where the high points meet.
Starting with the Beacons, Snowdonia, Pen y Fan,Rope bridges are
You’ll need a head for heights it’s true; perhaps Glyndŵr’s nerve.When faced with sheep or goats, a bull, it’s wiser not to swerve.
The all-Wales coast path beckons, those heathered trails drop deepRope the gaps between the cliffs ‘cause tourists don’t do ‘steep’.
From Rhyl to Aberdovey, Mwnt to Pembroke DockTransform the landscape, add the ropes, keep hikers off the rock.
The plan solves unemployment. No job? Then plait a bridge.What skills are more transferable than linking ridge to ridge?
Think of it, one climb a day, the tough bits done and dusted.Yet a question still remains, can suspended ropes be trusted?
Brecon beacons cattle might appreciate a few rope bridges |
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