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A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood

A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the night 

An adventure all planned, lasting a week
In the middle of nowhere with red deer to seek

Twelve-hours of hiking, commencing that day
Now trapped with some refuge a stone throw away.

Cracking of boulders being pushed by the current
Affirming the folly of crossing this torrent.

Necessities shaping a cold camp till the dawn
Just tattered old plastic, to use as an awn.

Soft moss as a bed but soaking from rain
Ferns as a pillow don’t cushion colds pain.

Dark of the evening only adds to the pall
Deaths favoured colour, as rain continues its fall

Shivering endless; bodies fighting the shock
Drops of clouds tears slowed to the tick of a clock.

Moisture still falling, no hope for them now
Prospects were mirrored by the dark of the hour 

Subtly the winds whispered breathe in their ear. 
Fight. 
Rekindling the flames to survive their harsh plight

Packs full of food, swiftly emptied for fuel 
Bodies recharged in spite of the cool.

Rain in the dark hours continued to pour
Sounds from the river commenced to fair roar,

First crack of dawn and they got up and away
Wilderness wins this particular day.



*Based on a true story however my companion and I were stuck in the elements
for 2 days and nights. Another river flooded and blocked our exit.*

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