Saturday, August 6, 2011
My Hiker's Ramble
Hike up Salisbury Crags to Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh
On Arthur's Seat there sits the barren sky,
Its temporal absence challenges our want for more.
We climb its measure, resolute in gait and sigh.
In reaching the ancient volcano's store,
The evident riches of this Royal crest
Is not the place we reach on weary foot,
But that which in awe is seen as the best,
The city of Edinburgh is at its root.
Her rich labyrinth spreads to the open Sea.
Her stately store, the base of this ancient hill,
Is man's best in thought and art, made by history.
We climbers are but a witness to its fill,
Our recourse, descent down to city's pace,
And leave open Arthur's seat to Zephyr's chase.
August 6, 2011, Theresa Ciccone
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This is really cool poetry. Did you write this?
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like one of the classics I memorized as a kid.It has a great feel to it. Mystical. It would sound great if put to music.
ReplyDelete"Vocal music is also popular in the Scottish musical tradition. There are ballads and laments, generally sung by a lone singer with backing, or played on traditional instruments such as harp, fiddle, accordion or bagpipes. There are many traditional folk songs, which are generally melodic, haunting or rousing." Wikipedia. So Theresa, how do you hear "My Hiker's Ramble"?
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