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TREE FORT - poem

Posted by Richard L. Prov... on January 9, 2008 - 13:39
from the ABC set POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1

I saw their cabin
a-building
in these woods
with one sentry high
upon the wooden heights,
familiar shouts from
neighbour-children
measuring and pounding
and growing tall
amid life’s rush of noise,
a secret spot to
fill their souls, time
for special friends
they say…
a fun place, with lots of
space.

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Richard L. Prov... | January 9, 2008 - 13:43

Oh for those childhood days. To pound nails, hit fingers and yell with joy, building a tree fort in the back yard. Such is a memory of back then. RLP

Richard L. Prov... | January 9, 2008 - 13:49

Oh for those childhood days. To pound nails, hit fingers and yell with joy, while building a tree fort in the back yard. Such is a memory of those days. RLP