The Feathered Hat
Active member
An owly new summit
To our bag could be summon’d
If Tuckerman and I
To Owl’s Head would hie.
But weekends don’t fail
To bring crowds to this trail.
That’s my puppy’s delight --
But some fear the bite.
So a quiet Tuesday
Was our choice for this play,
And we had empty trail
Where it’s straight as a nail.
Oh, we had no towel
And we had no trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to The Owl!
(Wait! My memory’s foul –
We had a trowel!
The bathroom kind,
When we hiked to the Owl.)
So…
We had no towel
But we carried a trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to the Owl!
We whack’d the Black Pond whack
Going out and coming back.
(Though on return: too east
We met Franconia Falls, at least.)
Miles of trail, stride by stride,
Got us to Owl’s Head Slide.
Oh the Slide was steep, the Slide was hot
But that Tuck-Dog, he went up like a shot
While Big Boss Man huffed and puffed;
On just two legs, the Slide is rough.
But dog and man both made the top
First old peak, then new peak with rocks.
Oh, we had no towel
But we carried a trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to the Owl!
In shade beside summit stones
We ate our lunch – just gorp, no scones.
How ‘bout some verse as we chew
Say, “The Shooting of Dan McGrew”?
“A bunch of the boys…” I began
But Tuckerman just upped and ran
“Hey dog, no Mister Service for you?
No shooting of Dangerous Dan McGrew?”
But to Tuckerman, let’s be fair,
He loves poetry, so I like to share.
But he prefers some Robert Lowell
On no-view peaks such as the Owl.
Oh, we had no towel
But we carried a trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to the Owl!
The long return, not much to say:
Muddish and warm was this long day.
I lost my hand-saw, damn and drat,
And even the feather from my cap.
Oh well, some things will fall right off
When whacking in woods deep in the duff;
The cost of bushy adventure perhaps,
Or just my lousy memory’s lapse.
But a full good day and no harm
The Owl’s Head hike has many charms.
‘Twas the ninth peak for Mister T
And number forty-four for me.
Oh, we had no towel
But we carried a trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to the Owl!
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More photos:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/99682097@N00/sets/72157621881715594/
Steve B
The Feathered Hat
[email protected]
________________________________
Tuckerman's report for dogs:
Many miles but you can do it;
Lots of mud, and sticks for chewing.
Whacking is incredible fun
I thought, "Too short!", when we were done.
As he wrote: the slide, hot and steep
But water you'll find in some seeps.
Lots of miles, but I could've done more.
I give this hike four sniffs out of four!
To our bag could be summon’d
If Tuckerman and I
To Owl’s Head would hie.
But weekends don’t fail
To bring crowds to this trail.
That’s my puppy’s delight --
But some fear the bite.
So a quiet Tuesday
Was our choice for this play,
And we had empty trail
Where it’s straight as a nail.
Oh, we had no towel
And we had no trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to The Owl!
(Wait! My memory’s foul –
We had a trowel!
The bathroom kind,
When we hiked to the Owl.)
So…
We had no towel
But we carried a trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to the Owl!
We whack’d the Black Pond whack
Going out and coming back.
(Though on return: too east
We met Franconia Falls, at least.)
Miles of trail, stride by stride,
Got us to Owl’s Head Slide.
Oh the Slide was steep, the Slide was hot
But that Tuck-Dog, he went up like a shot
While Big Boss Man huffed and puffed;
On just two legs, the Slide is rough.
But dog and man both made the top
First old peak, then new peak with rocks.
Oh, we had no towel
But we carried a trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to the Owl!
In shade beside summit stones
We ate our lunch – just gorp, no scones.
How ‘bout some verse as we chew
Say, “The Shooting of Dan McGrew”?
“A bunch of the boys…” I began
But Tuckerman just upped and ran
“Hey dog, no Mister Service for you?
No shooting of Dangerous Dan McGrew?”
But to Tuckerman, let’s be fair,
He loves poetry, so I like to share.
But he prefers some Robert Lowell
On no-view peaks such as the Owl.
Oh, we had no towel
But we carried a trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to the Owl!
The long return, not much to say:
Muddish and warm was this long day.
I lost my hand-saw, damn and drat,
And even the feather from my cap.
Oh well, some things will fall right off
When whacking in woods deep in the duff;
The cost of bushy adventure perhaps,
Or just my lousy memory’s lapse.
But a full good day and no harm
The Owl’s Head hike has many charms.
‘Twas the ninth peak for Mister T
And number forty-four for me.
Oh, we had no towel
But we carried a trowel
When Tuckerman and I
Hiked to the Owl!
________________________________
More photos:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/99682097@N00/sets/72157621881715594/
Steve B
The Feathered Hat
[email protected]
________________________________
Tuckerman's report for dogs:
Many miles but you can do it;
Lots of mud, and sticks for chewing.
Whacking is incredible fun
I thought, "Too short!", when we were done.
As he wrote: the slide, hot and steep
But water you'll find in some seeps.
Lots of miles, but I could've done more.
I give this hike four sniffs out of four!
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