The Ascent of Cadair Idris
The timing was right and the weather was good
To climb Cadair Idris, I knew that I could.
I was up for the challenge, not much longer to wait –
Leave the car in the lay-by and go through the gate.
As I strode through the field with the wind in my face
I knew I must keep up a good walking pace,
Penygader to conquer before the night falls,
The ridge to the summit with steep granite walls.
The path it was rocky, the path it was steep,
As I rounded the corner I encountered a sheep.
He looked rather startled, but no more than I –
I hadn’t expected to see one this high.
My legs were complaining, my breathing was rough,
I thought it’d be tricky, but not quite this tough !
I rested a while by the shores of Llyn Cau
Where a legendary dragon King Arthur did drown.
Then on to the summit, to Idris’s Chair,
This place is a fortress, the Welsh giant’s lair.
And here is the trig-point and Wow ! What a view !
Looking down on the lake that’s so deep and so blue.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2019
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