It’s Been a Happy Trail

By H.L. Dowless

It's been a long trail,
Through towering oak woods,
Across plowed fields
And elegant meadow dales.
We had loads of fun 
Neath a foreign sun,
Now I think it's time I’ll fly a sail!

Gosh,
It's certainly been such a happy trail,
Loads of smiles,
Enchanting rides on life’s carousel,
For many miles.
My,
Have we all such a cheer-filled story to tell!

All around Bill Wilson’s twelve-foot diameter
Hollow live oak tree,
Gathering in our groups down by Kate B. Morgan’s abandoned cabin,
Rambling afar via great patches of multicolored flowers and enrapturing herbs
In search of an enchanting mystery.

We all dwelt inside numerous tents,
Bedazzling, 
Eerie sapphire stalactite caves,
Surrounding scattered settlements
While we stumbled around inside this natural maze

Man,
I surely must say it's really been a happy trail!
That being said,
Since it absolutely must end,
Then it all might be just as well.

So now,
As the sun slumps down,
I shall merrily saddle up and be on my way.
Maybe I’ll make my way to an alluring drifter’s town,
If not down by the beach and set a sail,
In my lifelong quest for a much more captivating 
Adventurer’s day.

The author is a thirty five year veteran writer who loves traveling and living life on the edge.