Go Fishing The Paper Chase

We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is

We cut down some trees
And I threw our ideals
Through the forest glade
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
At a fishing pool we made
We held hands, exchanged bands
And I practically lived off the land

And you adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then you snuggled him down
In the grandfather bed while I wrote

We grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for that shotgun that I keep around
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day