It came to me as if it knew me --
Well, it looks like one of mine;
And it whispered of caching love
With every mountain it had climbed
And it talked of cache-trails rambled up
Far above the timberline
From that night on I knew I'd write a song
For N.Carolina, th' size of a dime.
There's a new cache blooming every day
A new coin minted, too
Smiley's to collect by days and weeks
Add a fullness to this earth
Love caching? There's no guesswork.
Oh the search is so very fine:
There are nights I only feel right
If I've been out on caching line.
When the frost shows on the windows
And the wood stove smokes and glows
As the fire grows we can warm our souls
Watching rainbows in the cove
And we'll talk of caches that we've seen
Wherever we made the find.
And we'll nod our head to where the trail has lead
N.Carolina, size of a dime.
One of those discovered at the Leaping' Lizards - It's Leap Year!! event. Thanks for sharing!