Travels In The Wild Poem by Steven Heyes

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