Glorius Day *****

Glorius Day

Trekking across, country, far and wide went I
A backpack, on my back camera, by my side...
Trekking boots and sticks giving me wings to fly!
Up and down, country, across valleys, crags galore
My heart beating twenty to the dozen
Jumping, from my mouth, once more
Stopping and starring, lifting my spirits, high
By the vision, facing me,
the beauty before, my eyes I, stand mesmerised
On my mind, he'll be since we started
And what a full, I'll  be if I see he
Must go on, we'll always end up by the sea
Might as well be in paradise, not a soul to be seen
Except, in my minds, mind I see thee
Looking at me gloriously...
They'll be no hope for me if I lay, my eyes on he
Arrived at the beach, around noonday
Throwing my pack, removing my trekking boots
Ahh, fresh air, my feet can breathe!
And I disrobe but leaving, that something
Covering my modesty...
Running into the cool water, making me yelp
Cold, sipping right through my bones
Unexpectedly, a great big wave,
As a  none swimmer,
Knocking me from my pins,
Waves over me, scratches, on my thighs
Went down hard, trying not to panic...
At the retreating waves, crawling up from the sea
Was rather soaked, more than I expected to be
Like a drenched rat, coughing and spluttering
Dripping hair, what a sight to see!
And the old boy, his dratted camera
Recording my every, movement...
Never mind, that I nearly drowned!
Like, a she-beast not a pretty sight,
Emerging, from the depths, wild hair, gesturing
I could have murdered he!!   
Homeward bound, clambering over boulders
after boulders...
Fallen from the cliffs above...
Quite, easy stepping, over those great big, rocks
Truly, I felt I was on no man's lands
Over, millennium, men crossing the same path,
before me...
Climbing, the same cliff face,
I swore I'd never do again!
Good lord!
You should, have seen me...
Backpack trekking sticks, to help me
Climbing, a rock face...
My heart in my mouth, hard to breathe...
Taking a moment or two, catching my breath 
Hurrah I did it, yet again!
Felt like a commander, in the secret service
Or simply Connie's madness, I dare say 
But it felt, I was dying, gasping for breath
Eventually, on the way home, my legs taking me 
By the way! That siren wasn't me 
Just a mermaid, emerging from the sea
And you do know, what sirens do, don't you!
Driving seafaring, peoples barking mad
With their singing!