High school sweethearts, from Sweden they'd gone.
He moved to New York, she came later on.
They moved to L. A. and built life for two.
When they reached the age, retired near you.

No children they had, but a dog instead.
And after some years, knew he'd soon be dead.
They couldn't leave him home alone, and so,
On seperate vacations, they had to go.

For the first time, since crossing the pond,
They traveled alone, though still had their bond.
He didn't say, just where she had went,
But for the first time, he'd sleep in a tent.

And so for a week, he'd hike and he'd camp.
No worries, two guides would be leading the tramp.
Expensive it was, but well worth the price,
This wasn't a thing he'd be doing twice.