Archive for March 28th, 2010
¡Viva las touristas!
Today we aimed to gain a kingdom wild
and climbed up hill and rock of green soaked isle.
Tall stack that towers above the rolling surf.
A honey scented world of flower and earth.
Above some gulls cried high and circled low.
This life of cloud is ours. Be gone. Yes, go!
‘Unruffle please this world, you city boys.
Fine feathered lords rule here. We are not toys.’
Scrambling on and up to hidden peak.
Doing battle with both wing and beak.
Our visit was to honour that steep land.
Their stares were there to scare us back to sand.
We left them to their cliffs and rugged nests
and glad of our retreat, us urban pests.
