Not all those who wander are lost

Not telling!

A mug sat on a log in front of a fire in the woods that reads: Not all who wander are lost.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king

Tagged: Bushcraft, Fire, Wild Camping