A Boy's Fort Poem by Randall Vanlandingham

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Randall Vanlandingham

New Orleans, LA

A Boy's Fort

Rating: 5.0


Fingernail dirt,
Pounding nails until fingers hurt,
Fixing that fort,
Climbing pines' mid-branch's small perch,
Sticky sap drips,
Welding skin with sweat and bark-bits
Clothesline pulley,
Lifting high our climbing ladder.

Brass telescope,
Seeking birds or boy-dug trenches,
Mud-ball ammo,
Keeping roving warriors distant,
Site of thinking,
Playing and growing with close friends;
High home of love,
Being made of my own making.

Place of refuge,
Escaping homework or home's work,
Endless these days,
Flying away and now all gone,
This hideaway,
Shielding vast treasures of boyhood;
That's a boy's fort,
Proving a boy's worth in effort.

Saturday, May 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: memories,friends,nature,childhood
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 12 May 2019

Caught the child in mid-flight! ! ! ! Sheer poetry to read this saga concerning the building and use of fort making and making a man out of the boy! Well done!

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Jazib Kamalvi 12 May 2019

A refined poetic imagination, Randall Vanlandingham. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Randall Vanlandingham

New Orleans, LA
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