My Fortress

I live inside a fortress.
The walls made from cloth.
The ceiling is quite droopy.
Only broom handles and
staples hold it up.

But his is my fortress.
The walls keep me safe.
The ceiling is high,
The pillars are thick,
A stable fortress it is.

Mom says its dark,
"A cluttered mess!"
Its getting in the way.
She can't move around.
And it blocks her view.

My castle is glowing.
It's adventurous and neat.
It's huge and expansive.
I get lost in it's walls.
The view is beautiful.

This is my castle.
This is my home.
This is my playground.
This is my childhood.
This is my palace.

I am the princess,
my brother the prince.
Our puppy the jester.
But you old fort,
are my fortress.

4/19/09 11:09 P.M



I was building a fort with my brother and had a childish flashback which I wanted to write about so here it is :).