CHILDREN PLAY CAMELOT poem

Children Play Camelot

with twirling cardboard swords
behind winter forts
some active with wallops of snow
braver ones preparing for
a frontal assault
as King Arthur’s men once charged
enemy forces.

Except today’s activity is about
boys playing in a parking lot.

An old Knight like Grandpa
remembers his youth of
Round Table days. Now a Nursing
Home is his fortress
and the only snowballs flung
in his dreams
the past replaced with skidding
wheels from a wheelchair.

But memories still hear the
charge of busy feet
swords swirling
snow hurling even the
smack of one against his cheek.

© 2008 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved

first published May 2009
Volume 6, Issue 4
The Foliate Oak Literary Magazine
the University of Arkansas
Monticello, USA

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