A mile and a half on a trail in the mist
With the bleating of sheep with black faces
Was a nightcap so perfect I have to insist
That it ranks with the most magic places.
The path did meander on pebbles through trees
As the sky kept the darkness from falling
And when we reached the waterfall, how it did please
That I'd answered the travel bug's calling,
To lift yourself out of the daily routine
For a journey with joys to uncover
Is the very best cure for the doldrums I've seen
And who knows what I next will discover?
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