Drinking Water On Helvellyn
DRINKING WATER ON HELVELLYN
Martin’s idea to go up Helvellyn
Sounded like hard work to me
Lots of rock-scrambling and ridges windy
Lots of feet sore and toes swellin’
Someplace near the top was a spring
We filled our water bottle from it.
When we got to the summit
We guzzled the water, sweating.
Then, in the sun and slaked we lay,
Finest taste I ever had in throat -
Truest word I ever wrote -
Before or since that day.
Note:
Helvellyn is one of the mountains in the English Lake District, about 3 100 feet high.
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