Napoleon's Nose

                                             

                                                               Just outside Belfast city,                                                        .                                            A’ heading northwards bound

With young enthusiasm,

My friends and I were found.

   Th’istoric feature towering 

O’er city and surrounds

Did beckon us with challenge,

To conquer all their grounds.

   Of course, this meant the feature,

Which prominently shows

From all surrounding acres,

Known well “Napoleon’s Nose”

   Heading up the Cave Hill,

Enthusiasm rife,

Sandwich, water, ‘fizz bombs’ 

All needed, for good life.

  Treking through the forest

With vibrant coloured hues,

Yellow primrose calling

With small flowers, velvet blues.

   Sitting in the distance

With proud renaissance call,

That iconic building

Known well as Floral Hall.

  Heading on and upwards

The first cave beckoned us

Two of us did venture 

Inside, with mighty fuss.

  Did e’er humans or animals

In here make home to dwell?

No signs to say they HAD done

So we can never tell.

  Sandwiches all eaten

Our Fizzy drinks washed down,

Some ‘bluebells’ picked for mother,

Her smile - our radiant crown.

                                                 ***** composed after reading a Facebook post about this trek *****