The forest grew big trees,
some small and twigs;
leaves on the ground
grew deep in the seasons.
Through the deep forest
the boys patted trails;
from home to Big Creek
their paths intertwined.
Atop the ridges
on paths well-defined;
they looked at the meadows
at the larks and the quail.
A hut of stone walls
all covered with moss
protected a spring of water
that filled little bellies.
Along the small creeks
deep in the hollows,
the paths were earmarked
with boys heavy travel.
Beginning in spring
from school's last bell,
the forest they trampled
till roll call was held.
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