After my Covid 19 poem I decided I needed to go on a virtual backpacking trip as all of this Covid 19 was getting me down.
Travels In The Wild
Rolling hills of old
Rucksacks packed
New stories yet untold
Not heavy enough to be restricted
Great vistas soon unfold
A new course tracked
A sight to behold
Far off views to distract
How often are tales foretold
Making the days jam packed
About the Kings stronghold
How the realm was ransacked
The camp set up against the cold
Rucksacks and food unpacked
Tents erected in a sheep fold
Evening meal still to be cooked
Morning dawn sun is bold
Another day packed
With alpine gold
Travellers to attract