This poem by Ken Anderson was first published in the IMC magazine in 1968.

There’s a moon tonight,
Clear, silver bright.
And memories return,
Of walks by a burn,
Of icicles that gleam,
By the frost-bitten stream,
In the moonlight.

Memories come back,
Of walks with a pack,
In the hills.
Of crisp, clean snow,
Crunching as you go,
In the moonlight.

Stop, there’s silence,
Ears strain to listen,
And icy rocks glisten,
In the moonlight.

And hill upon hill,
Going out of sight,
And peaks, snowy heights,
Making memories-
In moonlight.