When, in those heady days
Stood around a bracken blaze
A group of friends, half-drawn
Stifled laughter — with a yawn
Summer days, winter nights
Watching kisses turn to fights
Drowning our gut with glut
Night would come, though less for some
Those drawings — now complete
Live by themselves; on their feet
Gone, are those heady days
Stood around a bracken blaze
