Maggie, Steve, and Tarka camping
I am a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;
I am a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;
I am a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;
I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.
Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,
Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.
O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,
Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger of the quest.
--Irene Rutherford Mcleod