TREE FORT - poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 09 Jan 2008
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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.

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1
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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
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
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
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. Provencher