Those winter Fridays after school

We ran home, changed and fetched wood

We played poker, sang and danced

Told stories and joked and laughed

We made a fire and warmed ourselves

And stayed quiet, listening to the drifting rain

We made clay toys

As mom was making dinner

Those winter Fridays after school

We fought and forgave each other

We are and went to bed

We were young and happy

What happened to us, brethren

What happened to us?