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THE WALK
The sun shines on Benarty
On a nice warm summers day,
The bairns have got their clothes on
And they all want out to play.

l make them all some breakfast
And the kids all eat their fill,
Then I will take them on an adventure
And go up Benarty hill.

I will fill the bag with picnic food
Then throw it over my shoulder,
And give the bairns some memories
To remember when they’re older.

Just as you reach the hill road
There is an opening on the right,
Or walk an extra mile along 
And climb a murderous flight.

One hundred and fifty two step of torture
That zigzag through the trees,
So take your time and walk up 
Or it will bring you to your knees.

The first road on the right
Is a steep walk through the wood,
Our hearts are pumping faster
But it will do us all some good.

Just as we reach the Rockies
Our mouths are all agape,
Then on our cuddy hunkers 
And down the fire escape.

There are six tracks take you up the hill
Two East and four to the west,
And once you’ve done them all 
You decide which one is best.

Once you reach the trig point
That’s where you collect your prize,
Fantastic views of Scotland
You won’t believe your eyes.

We look down on Loch Leven
Where Queen Mary spent six years,
A prisoner in her own land 
In a castle full of tears.

They chopped poor Mary`s head of
She was Scottish and defiant,
But she would be comforted if her last thought
Was Benarty`s sleeping giant.

You can clearly see the Kinnesswood climb
Where the hill is steep and harder,
Or walk along Loch Leven`s shore
And have you’re breakfast in the Larder.

There’s Kings and Queens have walked our hill
And the ancient path below,
With a large fort built upon it
Where a peasant camp would grow.

King Gedor of the Picts
Who made the Romans yield,
By defeating Rome’s ninth legion
On Benarty`s lower field.

The Culdees brought us Christianity
In thirty seven A.D,
Bringing secret text and knowledge 
From across the Irish Sea.

Escaping from the Middle East
With Holy words they came,
Pagans ,Druids, cast aside
with words in Jesus name.

A parish of nine hundred years
We’re one of Scotland’s oldest,
And the people of Ballingry
Are some of Scotland `s boldest.

Ballingry (The abode of Gruoch)
The Queen of King Macbeth,
Who gifted the lands to ST. Serfs
Upon her husband’s death.

From Royalty to Sir Walter Scott 
Who have honed Benarty`s path,
And their footsteps through the heather
Would incur the Midges wrath.

From modern day hill walkers
To daredevils on their bikes,
From running clubs to nature lovers 
Benarty gets a like.

The youngsters grow up with the hill
On every turn and bend,
And learn wildlife and some bush craft
At the wee camp at pines ends.

Now they’ve cut the trees down
No more a sea of green,
Forest tracks wide open 
Where beauty once had been.

It kind of resembles Tunguska
With its dead and fallen trees,
No more the sight of young deer
Or the sounds of birds and bees.

Timber and machine tracks
Are the scars left when they’re done,
But the people cut their own tracks 
And they do it just for fun.

Old paths reinstated 
Debris cast aside,
New tracks cut and shaped
For mountain bikes to ride.

So thanks to all the volunteers
Who gave us back our track,
And the hill walkers of Benarty hill
Will all come flooding back.

Time will tell how our hill grows back
Through the summers and the chill,
But whatever the weather put on your boots
And walk up Benarty hill.

You can take the kids up camping
And hunt for Benarty gold,
There’s plenty to do up	Benarty hill
For the young and old.

Whether you’re running, walking, biking,
Or playing and just getting mucky,
To live underneath Benarty hill
We really are quite lucky.

So if you’re travelling on your own
Or if you’re in a party,
Enjoy your visit to our hill
And welcome to Benarty

THE END.
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