I built a fort
High in a tree
A place to chill
Relax, carefree
Of wood and nails
With steps and rails
An oasis off the grid
All pieces found
– scattered around
On the budget of a kid
Now, times have changed
That space seems small
Yet the dream remains full-scale
And so I drift
To yesteryear
Chasing mountains on a trail
© 2022 Phil Perkins
PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.
Rocky Mountain High – by John Denver (1972) – see lyrics here
Leave a Reply