To reach the creeks, waterfalls, mossy rocks and the cool green ferny places you usually have to walk down a lot of steps. More problematic for me is that the only way out is back up those steps or via another track with just as many.
The keep-fit book I am reading says "hills and steps are my best friends". I don't really think so right now. Maybe by the end of the year I will be happier with the friendship.
Words to Walk With:
Christina Rossetti's poem Uphill depicts the walk of life is an uphill climb.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
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