John Perriment Photography

Poetry

A COMMON BOND

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Dreadful day of non-stop raining
Over wind-lashed summits we have come
Pathetic band of abject misery
And this is what we do for fun!

Damp our clothes and damp our spirits
The wind has chilled us to the bone
Why do we do this act of folly?
We could be by the fire at home

And yet we have a common bond
A driving force that brings us here
We are these hills, they are our soul
A part of us, we love them dear