Heels 1997 - The Annual Newsletter of the Victoria University of Wellington Tramping Club
Editors Melinda Short and David Hodson

Heels 1997 Songs, Poems and other contibutions...

Poets Corner

Rock Poem

Onto the Rock the dancers came
Tiptoeing lightly up the wall,
Movement slight and pure as flame,
Fairy footsteps fast and small,
Iron will that has no shame
Telling the life of one and all
Onto the rock the dancers came.

Anon

Little poem of rather boring proportions about a “warm up trip” we did.

Dedicated to all my good friends who took me climbing so long ago and taught me a most valuable lesson – It doesn’t matter how much you do in a day so long as you’re alive at the end of it – the rock will always be there so take your time and do it properly!
 
All of Wharepapa South
Holds it’s breath for frosty dawn
As climbers creep towards the mouth
Of silvered rock in early morn.

Nils and Beck – up since five
Chris and Jeremy yawning loud
Caroline tells them not to skive
I carry my gear (of which I’m proud).

All the quiet disappears
And soon there is a busy scene.
Nils and Chris climb “Lycra Faggots”
Beck and I warm up on the two fifteens. . .

Then it’s off to good old Holy Braille,
Cabbage tree and ‘Screaming Blue’
But where are Jeremy and Caroline?
Grim Reamer’s got them both anew!

Soon it’s time to stop for lunch
“No!” I cry “Too soon, too soon!”
But out come the sammies and munch, scrunch, crunch,
“Oh no!” I cry “We’re doomed!”

Here it comes – the climbing call,
“I’m kind of tired, I’ll probably fall”
Chris starts saying “Now I’m fed”
“Let’s go to the hot pools instead!”

Beck looks up, face filled with glee,
I look at Nils, Nils looks at me,
Caroline turns and starts to pack,
A new lot of gear (hooray) on her rack!

But slowly drifts the heavy rain
“Look there’s blue sky” I desperately feign!
But here it comes – the Northern Monsoon
To drown brave climbers in the afternoon.

“O well,” we sigh, “Next time!” I cry
And funnily enough we’re all rock-shy
So wearily we splodge past the bulls, through the clay,
We know we’ll come back another day.


Poet: Just some climbing chick.

Quotable Quotes

Here are a couple of good reasons not to say silly things that can be taken way out of context when I am around.

The Grim Quoter

Jenny Kuhne: "I can't get my legs apart" (Advanced rockcraft Wharepapa South)

Nyree Bace to Ben Wiles: "I just saw something funny between your legs" (Alpha Hut, Scottish Southern Crossing)

Nyree: "Michele fell with her hands straight up my bum" (Marchant Ridge, Scottish Southern Crossing)

Ben: "I don't thing I'll be doing much tossing eh Adrian" (Kapakapanui day trip)

Neal Osborne: "I think we're in the kinky bit" (Richmond Range)

Athene Hungerbuhler: "I can't get it on" (Richmond Range)

Julian Boorman: "There's nothing to see here" (comment made while he was changing)

Athene: "Oh baby I love going down" (Richmond Range)

Julian: "The trouble with doing this is you get hot lips" (Richmond Range)

Jeremy Bray to Jonathan Clarke: "You don't have much luck with putting things in and leaving them there do you?" (AIC)
 

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