Travelling Home Poem by Jason Jackson

Travelling back home for Christmas,
my spirits should be high,
now once familiar sights now hurt my eyes
and fill my soul with dread

Returning to oft trodden sod,
the deep snow covering the Dales,
I'm secretly longing for sunnier climbs
and all that they entail

My future now lies beyond this path,
I still hold those memories close and dear,
to return once more to unfrozen lands,
as I embrace the latest New Year.