Fudd Of The Fort Poem by peter yamazaki

Fudd
army jacket and 70's kid long hair
he asked the owner of the woods
and it was a go

so Fort Two grew
with scraps of wood and
the best remains of
Fort One
blown up by the stove

She grew
and Fudd became bolder
the fort climbed
seven rooms

it was time to invite
and Fudd knew all
they came by
cars and Schwinns
filling the lazy streets
around the entries to our woods

well into morning we cheered our youth
well into morning masters of the castle

a night to remember
at fourteen
first kisses, beer, envy, and Kansas
Fudd watched it all
from our peak

The next day
Fudd's Fort united with One
by gas and match
at the will of the owner of the woods
burning the fort and the night
into our adult memories forever