Monday, March 31, 2008

Trail Poetry

The beauty of nature has always been a great inspiation to poets, and aspiring poets. Sometimes trail poetry is found on the pages of a visitor's book, or scribbled on the back of a sign. Sometimes it is unfortunately carved into a wall or even a tree.

Since not everyone recognizes their own talents (or lack thereof) a whole lot of trail poetry is just plain bad. But once in a while there's a real gem.

The Fiordland Visitor Centre in Te Anau features an anonymous poem, written by someone who must have had a similar experience to my own on the Milford Track. I've reprinted it here for your enjoyment.

It rained and rained and rained and rained
The average fall was well maintained
And when the tracks were simply bogs
It started raining cats and dogs.

After a drought of half an hour
We had a most refreshing shower
And then most curious thing of all
A gentle rain began to fall.

Next day was also fairly dry
Save for a deluge from the sky
Which wetted the party to the skin
And after that the rain set in.

A Fiordland Tramper
1984

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