Trekkers day - by Sonal Amin

Crimson dawn wakens sleepy trekker

Yak bells lull slowly, broken by sharp cries of cockerel call

As he unfurls himself gathering and packing for another day

He walks, he walks, he walks

Head bent low, step by step he walks

Occasionally he pauses and breathes in the vista

High and low the mountains unfold, deep valleys and gorges, rivers and 

dotted farms

Onwards he follows the Yak trail, pass the Sherpas, Porters laden with 

their business

They gather by the stove, tales and stories shared

Each evening they merge, adventures told in the heat of the stove.

Hearty tales and hearty food, all retire cocooned in their bags for 

another day...