I could have holidayed much nearer,
But I chose walking in Madeira.
Left hearth and home and flew away
For a lovely Ramblers’ holiday.
We meet our charming leader who’s
Called Simon. He gives us the news
That all our walking can be viewed
As being at high altitude.
Nice country walks I had surmised.
Small wonder that I was surprised
To find out that they all take place
A little short of outer space.
Now I don’t mind a mountain top,
But it’s inconvenient to stop,
When you are walking up that high
To let a passing plane go by.
With all meticulously planned
Simon leads us through the land.
Encouragement, support and care
He lends us. He is always there
To help us out in many ways.
To urge us on he often says:
“A little further, nearly through
And then we’ll have a brilliant view.”
And then we get there, really proud
And find… we’re standing in a cloud.
OR
“You can’t be frightened on this ledge.
There are two whole inches to the edge.
Come on now, of foot be fleet.
That drop’s only 1500 feet.”
OR
“Just a bit further round the bend,
There’s a little staircase at the end.”
A marvellous little staircase, this –
2000 steps down a precipice!
OR
“Now don’t be scared. There’s lots that’s harder
Than balancing on a levada.
Come on, Sylvia, best not talk.
It’s only like a tightrope walk.”
He takes us out in wind and rain,
Then smiling says, “Let’s go again.”
At picnic time there comes a shock.
We eat it hanging from a rock
500 metres, maybe more
Above the distant valley floor.
Are you surprised that at this height
I tend to lose my appetite.
No, really folks, I have to say
I have enjoyed this holiday,
Passing some enchanted hours
Admiring all the lovely flowers,
Their names a mystery, although
Eric and Maureen always know.
Simon, as leader, you’ve been great.
Please know that we appreciate
All the work that you have done
To make our holiday such fun.