Summer days, long and lose, out wandering The public footpath to the big woods, my friend And I. We stopped at a small trickle of a stream On a farmer's land, fenced off from the path. Brimming with youthful rebellion we Jumped the wire fence and over the stream. Hours passed as we built a small damn and Watched the sheep meander. We claimed the land in our minds, just for the day. We waived to the passers by, Lawfully walking the path through 'our land.' Long was the summer day, cool was the stream As it slipped through our fingers and Over the tumbling damn. The day was ours to own, Until the silent call to be home for Tea, Our empty stomachs urging us homeward. We jumped the fence back to reality and The footpath home.