Fortress of Solitude

by John Barber

Armed by pepper tree branches

Shielded by boulders and stones

Shaded by blanketing leaves

Bluebird sentries warn of foe

The flanks protected by treacherous climbs

Runic stone markings protect them with rhymes

Hawks patrol and kee an alarm

Their watchful eyes keep them from harm

Below their feet—soil and peat— softens a fall

Cool breezes sift their way through

As they read a book—play a game—search for dinosaur prints—throw a ball

This is what I built it to do

JArtB

PaPa

SUNDAY, 05 DECEMBER 2021