BUILDING FORTS

When I was young and I was bored, I would build a fort

A hidden space without a trace, a secret hiding place

Made of bushes and scraps of earth, my castle it would be

You had to know the secret code to enter without plea

The games we’d play, the thoughts we’d share, were innocent of today

I wish I could go back in time and sojourn my hideaway

But now I’m older and can’t go back to those days I left behind

So now I sit and relive those thoughts, those memories in my mind

What fun those days of play and sun, that gave me so much pleasure

I’ll wrap those thoughts up in a box and keep them there forever!

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