while hiking on the trail.
I tried and tried to find my way,
but t'was to no avail.
We chose a route on which to stay,
though I did not know it's course.
Then, I saw the sky turn grey,
and wished I had a horse.
My trusty dog, though hound she be,
just had no mind to lead me free.
Indeed, into the woods she raced,
without a care for what we faced.
It all seemed to look the same,
made worse by hail, wind and rain.
When chance did choose to end our game,
I thought, "Can't wait to do that again!"