Across Cow Green
It started spitting as we set out
Across Cow Green toward the Snout
And very soon it added sleet
Which melted on our booted feet
And hoods up tight with zippers zipped

Hail stones suddenly let rip
And clanged on distant car
But we strode on regardless
We thought it was not far

Sodden paths and slippery stones
Led to the Cauldron
Broken bones
Were all that sprang to mind

It was hard then to remember
Why we’d come here in December
The weather was most certainly unkind

But we clambered on as far as safely could
And heard a gushing thunder through the world
And watched the torrents teeming forceful spouts
Of energy through bubbling Cauldron Snout

Grace Gant