Planning, packing and heading out trekking,The simple pleasures of those wide vistas beckoning.Walking determinedly through the green hills,With keen anticipation of scenic thrills.Hours spent tramping to gain those highs.Memories of mateship and strangers passing by.

At last the seclusion of first camp is reached. The tent is all set, and it’s now time to eat.The fire is lit and the billy is boiling,All is well after that day’s hard toiling.A bite to eat and a mug of hot tea,Now to relax, look out at those hills still to see.

Night draws in and the birds cease their winging.Animals hushed, wind in the trees whispers its singing.The moonlight is soft and stars light the way.For night creatures; owls, beetles, bats and come what may.The silence creeps in, like a blanket it wraps you.‘Till daybreak steals the night, and settles sparkling dew .

Once more stoke the fire with its coals quietly glowing.Breakfast is done, camp packed up, now knowing.Quiet reverie of all that is so much treasured.Steps out with a tread that is determinedly measured,And walks by on faint paths travelled before.Into solitude for love of the landscape, country and more.