We broke down the fence
It couldn’t hold us back
Stomped around the cornfield
As if under some attack
Stamping our feet in furrows
Over the husks, we run
We knew we’d later be in trouble
But it was so much damn fun
We screamed for each other
As the leaves flapped our faces
Circling in wide loops
Running made-up races
Finally we were exhausted
And we settled down to rest
Summer with my friends
In a cornfield is the best
Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you too, can become great.
Mark Twain
1994ever 