I crossed a fence where it lay on a bank;
Two mossy posts had died some time ago;
On one, a lichened plywood square, now blank.
The sun had melted off the recent snow;
The grass was wide and empty in the breeze;
A stream with lots to say went down the vale
Between the feet of voluble old trees.
I leaped this dolly river to a trail
That topped a knoll where oaks grew tall and stout,
And there I leaned against a pendent limb,
The wind fresh in my face, the view spread out
From green to blue to lavender to dim...
I crossed the fence, as lawless as a bear,
And stole the thing of greatest value there.