This is the web site of the Trekkers Mountaineering Club, based in the Glenageary-Dalkey area of Dublin, Ireland.
Lunch on Mullaghcleevaun
... by Niall Humphreys, 4th Feb 2012Peat in my teacup,
What do I do?
Add in the tea,
Stir up the brew.
Peat on my sandwiches,
Splodgy and black,
Close your eyes, take a bite,
Never look back.
Fingers like icicles,
Can't open my flask,
Don't be a wimp you fool,
Get down to the task!
What am I sitting on
Under this hag?
Has the flow of black water
Just entered my bag?
Got into my leggings,
Attacking my clothes,
Dripped down my neck,
Now reaching my toes?
Crouched in position
Wind whipping my chin,
Some hail and some sleet,
Rigor mortis sets in.
Too stiff to stand
And I know if I do
A fresh deluge of water
Will wet me anew.
We do it for fun,
We do it for pleasure,
We love every minute,
Of masochist treasure.
Ode to our departed Trekkers
... by Monty Tinsley, 2010They loved these hills and those in foreign climes
With walking poles and crampons they scaled some snowy peaks.
At points, en route, they would stop and stare and ponder,
On the wonders of creation.
They trod forest tracks and boggy trails
'Twixt ash and sessile oak.
They skirted hags, soft and hard
And talked about, the wonders of creation.
They admired the flora in seasons four
As wild fauna fled before them.
And cause them to muse about
The wonders of creation.
From the Wicklow Gap to Kathmandu they stood in awe
Dwarfed by majestic mountains.
And all the while the waters changed
From babbling brook to fountain.
They drank in these scenes and photographed
Some, of what they saw,
Because they knew they were looking at,
Wonders of creation.
These Trekkers now have left this land and reached their celestial goal
Where the valleys are filled in and mountains are laid low.
And in that mystic land beyond
They, at last can understand,
The mystery of creation.
