As children we came up here <br />pretending to be soldiers with our <br />green plastic helmets and long sticks. <br /> <br />We built a camp beneath the trees, <br />dug down into a hovel and covered it <br />with corrugated iron that had been <br />dumped in a skip. <br /> <br />We lived here that whole summer. <br />Holed up, waiting for an invisible enemy <br />or other kids on bikes. <br /> <br />Near the end of the holiday <br />a farmer spotted us and reported us <br />for trespassing. <br /> <br />We were coming back to kill him <br />the following year <br />but by then our appetites for war <br />had been replaced by other attractions.<br /><br />Mal Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-summer-of-adolescence/
