A cross-country runner she planned to be,
but reminded so she had to bring Bing.
A four-legged lad, a Beagle in breed.
But Bing had a special job,
as to see the sights not seen.

Lana recalled the day when she lost her sight.
Bing kissed her hand as the bell rang
They ran in cadence, hoping to win...

A white blanket covered the track
Bing was shaken and had no where to go
She alarmed him quickly, gifting hints.
They ran again, hoping to win.

"Bing!", a little girl screamed
He spoke to her, crossing the finish line to win.
Lana felt her family running to her
She burst into tears as she hugged Bing.
Knowing they have won, for hope prevailed under the sun.