The Treefort
W. Peter Sanci Nov. 10 / 2008
Well hello again my dear friends.
I come to you tonight with another
Humble offering.
I’m sure that most of you know what a treefort is.
My dad made my brother and I one up at the cottage many, many years ago now.
It was in the back lot, away from all of the action by the lake.
My brother and I would head up there shortly after breakfast and not come down till we heard the sound of the dinner gong.
That’s right we had a dinner gong at the cottage.
Well Mike (my little brother’s name of course would pretend all day up in our little piece of pardise.
We would be King Arthur and his Knights of that Round Table in Legendary Camelot.
We would pretend to be General George Custer and theMighty Chief Sitting Bull.
Oh the many many joyful hours we spent up in that old tree fort.
I started thinking of it when we were on our Thanksgiving Day hay ride where up in a tree I spotted an old treefort, and it transported me back in time to our old fort up at the cottage.
What pleasant memories they did bring me that day.
The End
Author notes
Hi again, I jjust had to write this poem about my littel brohers and my treefort! It brought back a lot of great childhood memories.I hope you all enjoy my poem.
A contest entry
- Happy Childhood Memories. by mystic-angel.
1350 points, ended November 23, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What a wonderful memory! Oh the joy of treeforts and the innocence of childhood a lovely mixture. Thanks for your entry and good luck.
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Sandy !
Yuu alwayssay the nicest hhings abut my peoms ! How the heck are you ! How come you're not on chat any more ?
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Dusty Tiger !
Why thanks so much fo r you're kind remarks about my poem. Hey are you as cute as you are in you're picture ? -
Mystic Angel !
Hi and thanks for you're great comment ! It is actually a tue story . Again thanks so much.
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Anotjher Great One !
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