If My Legs Could Talk…

(A Silly Hiking Rhyme)

If my legs could talk today,

They’d shout, “No more! We will not play!”

Four big mountains, up we go,

But what we saw? Just trees that grow.

The first one wasn’t all that bad,

The steps were steep, but I was glad.

The path was neat, the people sweet,

I’d hike again—now that’s a treat!

The car park made me laugh out loud,

With barking dogs, it wasn’t proud.

The climb went up and up some more,

With ropes to pull, my legs felt sore!

I hoped to see a grand, big view,

But trees just blocked the whole thing through.

A grumpy dog then led me back,

With not much more than trees and track.

Two tall peaks with rocky sides,

No paths to help, just scrambles, slides.

I huffed, I puffed, I climbed with care,

But views? Ha-ha! There were none there.

The West was tough, the East was mean,

The hardest climbs I’ve ever seen!

No pretty sights, just leaves and green,

(Except one baby snake between!)

Four peaks climbed, my legs still sore,

But wiser now than once before.

Not every hike will make you smile,

Some just feel like a leafy trial.

So if you hike, remember this:

Some are fun, and some take the mick.

But win or lose, there’s joy, you see—

In stories shared by you and me.