As the gorse exfoliates my legs

And the stonechat chatter overhead

I wade my way through heather moor

Looking for the cliff top door

The path has gone beneath my feet

The undergrowth gets thick and deep

Not one has tread this path before

Then suddenly I spy the door

A little gate, an unused trail

I hoped my map would never fail

Through rocky outcrops I wend my way

And live to walk another day!