Fourteen set forth on the Routeburn trail
A Matariki weekend tale.
Fourteen trampers boots well laced
Into the wild they boldly raced
Routeburn Flats their hearts did seek
though forecasts changed by hour and week
With leader Mike calm ,wise and keen
Dispensing facts with sincerity
Freeze dried meals just pour on hot
The flavour fine , the texture not
They marched through drizzle, fine and mist
With bladders full and gear checklist
The Falls hut loomed ,so warm, so near but beds were few, the scramble fierce
They shifted bags and claimed their mat
One lucky soul found someone’s hat
Snoring chorused through the night
Yet spirits soared with morning light
Outdoor folks with muddy toes
Still smiling wide through icy flows
A Matariki trip to keep
With mountain dreams and little sleep
