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Fallen Fort of Childhood… By Toni L.A. Cross

Fallen fort of childhood

My safe place and shelter

Still your whispers beckon me

Your creaking timbers groan my name

I long for the comfort and joy

I felt in your shadow

And all the things

I thought I knew

That never would be shaken

Oh, to fly to simpler days

When love was love and hate was hate

When a toad could be called a frog

And no one cared.

 

 Photography credit goes once again to Rachel Somers.

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About goatgirlbookworm

My name is Toni Cross, and I was raised on a farm in the far north of the United States. I love to read and write and I hope to use those hobbies in a greater way in the days to come. One of my passions is using whatever influence I have to make a difference in the world.

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