Bouldering Poem by Kris Viscardini

In Fontainebleau
Where we love to go
before we get much older
we'd like to climb that boulder

The one that beckons
that the climber reckons
is better than the Beacons of Brecon
spotless without a fleck on!

No danger of feeeling flat
as you place your crash mat
wandering up the wolds
embracing all the folds
and finding our best holds

The thrill that you've done it
& climbed to the summit
atop the lumps of granite
still with pristine pomegranete
that you nurtured on Thanet
while learning to climb with Janet!
Thank God she helped me plan it!