Across Cow Green Again

We went in Summer, to balance out
Our freezing trip to Cauldron Snout
But withered in the blazing heat
Parched boulders cooking aching feet

Sore and red we struggled on
Rucksacks weighing half a ton
And water bottles soon ran dry
In scorching sun of mid July

Near the water's loud cascade
There still arose no hope of shade
Yet none of this could cancel out
The ecstasy of Cauldron Snout

Grace Gant