Snowdonia Walks Poem by Damian Cranney

I have from craggy Tryfyn
gazed,
precariously crossed crib goch,
to amaze,
looked down from Snowdon,
through the mist and the haze,
Walked all the hills,
enjoying the scene,
the view is inspiring, but also, serene.

I remember one weary,
but very happy day,
enjoying each step as we made our way,
warmed by the sun,
inspired by the sight,
the whole of nature conspired to delight.

At the end of a long trek,
a pub came in view,
We were easily cajoled
into taking a pew,
inside through dimpled windows,
shone the sun,
it's beams through golden glass's,
filled with beer,
created an atmosphere of friendship and cheer.

It wasn't long before,
we were quaffing pints of ale,
Surrounded by some new friends
recounting their own tale.
By now we were hungry,
and the landlord did us proud,
I had a Barnsley chop with roastie's,
and some veg,
and for afters some apple pie.
with custard on the edge.