Guy's Poems

Blue Mountains Epiphany Pilgrimage

Let's not be slack
get out your pack
on a pilgrimage we can go,
the Blue Mountains calling
loose rocks are falling,
I think to Bell we should go.

Its all been arranged
by persons deranged
and a list of things we should take,
there's toothbrush and soap
and a heart full of hope
and a rock that I can't quite explain.
Its just a few days,
One hundred and ten K’s.
It's not far if you say it quite quick.

In church halls we camp
so we don't get too damp.
and a church for a prayer for the cramp
The food is divine
delivered on time,
and man can these mountain women bake
there's trifle and cake
its worth the backache
just to feast on the tucker and wine.

As we go along there’s a Dominican named Dom
imparting scripture and grace with a smile.
Mass in the morn after brekky at dawn
just to set us right for the day.
Then there’s Benediction at night
and prayers to sleep tight
It’s the old fashioned pilgrim way.

What more could one ask to tackle the task
Well this would be top of my list, a mattress much thicker
So sleep would come quicker
as my hip seemed to rest on the floor
but it’s all for the best
in Heaven we’ll rest
as for me I’m not so sure
but I’ll do my best
and I’ll hope for the rest
and God will tally the score.

Briony’s Little Legs

Briony’s little legs
They set a cracking pace
They said it was a pilgrimage
But I think it is a race.
Ancient hearts are pounding
Bones and muscles ache
And up the bloody mountain
A rock we have to take.