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Fort James

by Shlunka about a year ago in inspirational
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A Father's Son

Do you recall the time when I was young?

Eating mom’s tomatoes, crisp as morning

Can you still hear the songs of black birds sung

Or the rumble of old grandpa snoring

In the meadow we fought with twisted sticks

Valiant knights baptized under the hot sun

How we built that mighty fort with old bricks

How we named it after the chosen one

“Fort James” after the brother that you lost

Wouldn’t he be honored? How could he not?

Fort James endures as dawn outlives the frost

A testament to life may never rot

Do you recall these things? You might, old man

Go rest with James, and I will hold your hand


About the author


Visual artist and writer working out of a small Virginia town in the Shenandoah Valley.

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