High Trip To Snowdon Poem by Lee Fones
High Trip To Snowdon
walked up the Pyg track
climbed up-to Snowdon summit
in my waterproof Mack
clouds they did plummet
in the mist carried on
going up, i climbed
clouds dispersed gone
made it there well timed
standing by the trig point
admiring the cloudless view
smocking on a vile joint
now mouth tastes like glue
flying down from the top
at a vast amount of speed
simply i couldn't stop
its dangerous this weed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/2/2024 9:09:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
