I hope everyone is enjoying their summer, reading some good books and writing some good stories. I'm working on a big project now but I just wanted to post a little poem I did for the "Fantasy Writer's League" that was slowly growing near the end of the year is LAS.
Wood Kingdom
I remember the long ride,
the anxiousness of being the birthday boy,
and the special feeling that came along with it.
I remember the smell,
the man-made wood jungle,
and the air conditioning.
I remember being young and innocent,
The scars of growing up still few,
And I remember the cake, vanilla of course.
I remember when Clinton went into office,
Even at the scowling of my father,
And how I wished for Bill to win.
I remember the boat,
The castle and the fire truck,
And how the wood sets never changed.
I remember the treasure hunt,
The countless birthday parties,
And that shirt that barely fits that I have to this day.
And the friends now are gone,
The wood smell still comes and goes but still,
I remember Wood Kingdom.
