Crisply the faint wind whirled and whispered in faint beat
The dry summer golden grass crunching beneath my feet;
And behind me my loyal for ever follower does walk
My infant shadow danced over hot sand and rocks
Fantastic shapes against a fig orchard in vivid green
Across the moor where wild birds shimmering in sing
And the whitening leaves in the winds swung to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving in fresh foliage of summer hue
Summer days away from school
A frail invisible spider net so much away from teacher's rant fool
In ecstasy the furry insect
wreathed its ivory net against the silver sunlight
In ecstasy the birds danced in the sand
Drinking the wine of nimble speed;
In ecstasy I joyed and laughed
Drinking the wine of vast meadow in love
At that moment the music of my joy
Sounded its highest note; in the grass
My feet ploughed a path to where I stood
For suddenly, with lifted eyes I noticed
There, on the leaves black bough of an old sturdy fig tree
Fearless and gay as I my mood
A brown feathers hawk cocked his wings and his crest
Oh who can tell the range of childhood fantasy and joy
Or set the bounds of its innocent thoughts and beauty
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