Tag: Memories

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.