To walk the mountains helps to make me whole,
shakes off the dust of daily work and strain,
invigorates my body and my soul.
My muscles and my sinews learn again
To work, obey demands not made this week
nor many weeks before. My tired eyes
relearn what joys enfold – look and seek
what lies beyond, a new and glittering prize.
Take pride in memories of old, and tell:
The toil to conquer Crinkle Crags and back;
The blinding blizzard on Hellvellyn top’s hell;
The Snowdon summit reached by grim Pyg Track.
Forget what’s past, discover paths anew.
Fulfill the needs of limbs and your heart too.