remember the days spent under the sun nestled between the boughs of the oaks disturbing the woods with our cries of joy? you'd brandish a stick call it a sword and we'd dance our dance to the tune of competition. we'd skip to the creek I'd tell you not to sit on the log that rested precariously on the banks. you'd laugh and to show off you'd make me worry. we'd skip stones, flat ones, pretty ones, that I'd stow away in my pockets, until mother made us throw them away. dusk and dawn we'd live in the woods, a pair of ragtag kids with nothing to do