Youthful Days
I am strolling down a country road
With good friends by my side.
Knapsack in hand, we are going down
For camping, a feeling full of pride.
The days of summer are waning,
But we still have lots of time
To wade into the rushing rivers
To not would be a crime.
Simple silence surrounds us
To talk would break the spell
Of our youthful togetherness
The tales we cannot wait to tell.
No adults surround us now
To clutter up our plans
We simply walk the country road
Swinging our unclenched hands.
The thoughts that race through our youthful minds
Are full of adventure and glory
We turn off the country road
To start the next part of our story.
We find a shaded glade of trees
Next to a dappled stream
We set up camp in which we will
Begin to live our dream.
The talk begins to sprinkle amongst us
Gently bringing on the laughter
Slowly the conversation increases
The camaraderie we sought after.
As the sun begins to set
Over our primitive campsite
We sit side by side to watch the stars
Their brightness not hindered by firelight.
We settle in, a group of friends
In who time has not started to chide
We share our dreams, our hopes, our fears
And enjoy life’s glorious ride.
