All of a daze,
No shade from the haze,
But we are not fazed.
We have supplies,
We’re smarter than flies,
But, why or why,
As hard as we try,
Is the middle so elusive?
To be able to fly,
Oh me, oh my,
That would be cheating,
But we are tiring,
So let them crawl under,
The little ankle biters.
We meet those triumphant,
They no longer pant,
They have tasted the glory,
But it is our fury.
They lead us onward,
Our feet no longer trailing backward.
We hear the jubilant cries of our young,
And, finally, we have won!
After over half an hour of getting lost at Stoneridge Maze and ending up at the beginning countless times, we left Dan to jog around in the maze – whilst we retreated to the cafe for sustenance. He joined us, half an hour later, still no wiser! We were not to be beat, and headed back for a third time. Close to the middle, we let the girls crawl under the hedge to join the other children laughing in the middle. Finally, some children helped us see the light and we joined Sophie and Charli in the middle – about time too!




What fun you had in the Maze….we had a laugh watching that….loved the poem too…is that your work of genius Sarah !!
Good to see you had supplies to help you along your walk. We remember taking you and Claire to Hampton Court maze when you were little….one to revisit one day. Thanks for the giggle !!
Bless you Mum – hardly Shakespeare, but yes, a wee little ditti from me – you are the true master of instant rhymes! I so remember Hampton Court maze and used to love the garden of dear Great Aunt Mildred in Windsor – with the hedges – always seemed like a maze and such a ‘secret garden’. Will have to take the girls to Hampton Court next time we’re over. xxx
Lol! Rog took the girls to one near Rotorua once, they still talk about it, apparently it was super fun! I’m glad you found your way out!
Oooo, must check that one out one day. I have a love affair with mazes – all those Shakespeare stories and romantic goings on!