built in the rocks, by the creek,
where picnic days were passed
with eyes of imagination.
Steps now moss-covered,
oak chipped from the floors,
nails scattered in rust,
heydays gone with passing youth.
Adults we sprouted,
and into neglect our fort fell,
but in our ruins
glimpses of the creators
we became hang in the ivy,
shines through the windows,
sets in the arches.
Our art, our home,
when parents fought,
bullies tormented, and the world
stood bigger than us.
Reminders, reminders,
of the spoils of childhood.
Forget not where we grew,
where we started, back in the woods
at our fort set in the rocks, by the creek,
and hold me in memory.
Author Bio:
Katherine Givens is working towards an M.S. in Library Sciences from Drexel University. She has publications in numerous print and online magazines, including WestWard Quarterly, Tipton Poetry Journal, The Copperfield Review, Nazar Look, and From the Depths. She also published Passages of Love: A Collection of Poems with Nazar Look in November 2015. Learn more about Katherine and her writing at katherinegivenspoet.wordpress.com.