Before you walk where green things grow,
Tell someone where you plan to go.
Your path, your camp, your car's bright gleam,
A hopeful, safety-woven dream.
And set a time, a clock's soft chime,
When you'll return, defying time.
If that time passes, dark or light,
They'll know to seek you, through the night.
Ten things you need, a helpful crew,
To see you safely, through and through.
A map, some water, food to spare,
A light, a shelter, if you're there.
Your own strength know, your body's beat,
Don't push too hard on lonely feet.
Familiar trails, where safety lies,
Beneath the vast, wide, watchful skies.
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