CHALLENGING DRIVE

And so we traveled very, very high, Our destination seemingly to reach The gathering mist and Dreary grey sky. The path rather track that we took, Could have been misunderstood, For a stairway to heaven. Are you going right to the top, Are you mad to go, Asked a kind old man with a mop Of pure white hair, walking his dog. He seemed to think so. At every curve we went higher, I feared we could not travel further, As the track became even curvier, Our altitude terrifying, But still we kept climbing. I did not utter a sound, Just accepted that we might die, And might shortly be heaven bound. No alternative to be found, We had to face this rocky terrain. The mist arrived, low and blanket like, It was recommended that this Area was good for a hike, Or mountain biking, Perhaps even cycling, And what about the mist, Pray tell, I Insist. We finally reached our rustic Holiday accommodation, And destination, Off the grid, With feelings of trepidation, Not a property For which I would bid. What a magnificent sight to behold, We avoided little mounds of sand, When walking on a gravel path, Towards our wood cabin, Cows munched grass outside our door, A worker, hired as a farm hand, Covered cow dung with this sand, Thank God for small mercies, Hallelujah, hubby said. The Natal midlands, we will Visit again, but will stay on lower Terra Firma So that we may Live. to see another day.