It is June

The pilgrimage. Part 1.

Now for June, and we have left our home
for where the sun should be both warm and sure.
We wonder if it's wise, what we have done.
As if somehow this cycling is a cure
for all those years which nothing can recall.
Past indolence and greed won't disappear;
Those mortal sins which led to mankind's fall,
of which I have no doubt had my full share.
But never mind, we'll just enjoy the change;
the challenge of the task, as first we try
to climb the endless hills, the  mountain range,
and later sing, as down again we fly.
Who knows? we even might be saved from hell
By virtue of St Jack of Compostel.



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