Tangled roots,
Tangled boots,
Twisted ankle,
Torment, wrankle.
Tramping stalled,
Chopper not called,
Help at hand,
Love this land!
Suz’s foot-fall flawed
Now falling,
Tumbling softly,
Fellows calling,
“Are you hurt?”
And “No” replied,
Slightly dented,
Pack and pride.
Sunshine,
Showers.
Raincoats off
And on, for hours,
Dappled lighting,
Kauri towers,
Nikau, Tawa,
Rata flowers.
Life at No. 22 
Loved it!
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Thanks very much, Maris. Pleased you enjoyed it.
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Just a minor point, it’s Mari, not Maris. If apostrophes were allowed in WP names it would read Mari’s Travels. I’m enjoying all your posts but I don’t comment every one because to do so takes so much time.
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Mari, I do apologise and not sure why I tagged that s onto your name. I don’t expect a comment from each reader though when they do it’s much appreciated. Time is a valuable commodity so I understand.
I enjoy popping over to your blog for an interesting read.
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Loved the poem, glad you weren’t hurt! Lovely scenes.
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It is a lovely area to explore, and it has been a while since I’ve ventured up that way. Tripping over tree roots is all part of the “fun” 🙂
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Good to learn that your injuries were minor. Hi. Enjoy the upcoming week.
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Yes, enjoy your week too.
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It sounds like a bit of an adventure. I hope you weren’t in pain.
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Nothing major as I managed to regain my composure and carry on. A past experience remembered after finding my unused tramping boots while shifting gear around.
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I’ll stop worrying then 🙂
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I’m very familiar with that dented pride feeling! Falling is my speciality. Love the poem.
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Thanks Anabel. I’m sure every tramper has tumbled at least once some more spectacular than others.
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Great poem! And yes, tripping up is inevitable at some point. Hope you get to do more tramping one day.
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Thanks Jude and I’m sure I will. In the meantime, it’s walking and cycling.
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Wonderful poem, Suzanne. What a hiking experience. Beautiful landscape images!
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Thanks Amy, and I do love heading out to the bush and luckily have a few spots close to home to enjoy.
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Great poem! I have taken a tumble on more than one occasion and it isn’t fun. I usually don’t have anything worse than a scrapped knee (or hand, or…) and a bit of dented pride, but at least I’m out and about, as are you.
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Thanks Janis, it’s the not knowing how badly a fall is going to be, then thankfully for me it hasn’t been so bad. The worst fall I had was walking fast around a suburban street and landed up fracturing my elbow which is still not right after many years. The moral of that story is watch your step 🙂
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This one slipped past me, Suzanne! Ha, ha! Not always funny- I hate those tree roots that twist your ankle, but I’m glad you’re not hurt and I love the poem. In sunshine, and showers 🙂 🙂
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I have no idea why this only popped up in my feed today! I’m glad it did – I enjoyed your clever poem, although it brought back memories of my own many falls and that moment where you’re tumbling and time stands still while you wonder if you will be seriously hurt (and in my case, whether your camera will survive the fall!) Glad you were OK after this tumble 🙂
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Thanks for commenting Sarah. I have not being so active with my blogging as much as I would like. It is going to become much more sparse as time goes on though hopefully will still keep in contact with the blogging world.
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Ouch. But you painted quite a picture!
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Thank you for taking us along on this ramble!
Your poem is so funny and really captures the mood.
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