Composed upon Mutianyu

I’ve recently returned from my trip to Beijing and so enjoyed learning the history and culture of our Chinese friends. The following is a few words I composed whilst almost passed out in one of the gantrys of the Great Wall of China as I tried to escape the sweltering sun and rest my poor weary feet…

A reel of memories

that taste like duck and dumplings

a warriors cry silenced

carved into the mountains

a story of everlasting pavement

up and down, up and down,

exposed under Asian sun

straw hats among the sloping grass

following footsteps

immune to creaking chairlifts

and anglo invasion.