Fortification Liberty Price

Liberty Price

Fortification

When I found it, the mildew Had already pervaded The wooden beams of the thing, Turning the walls fuzzy with moss. It was an old playhouse, or a hideout, Or a castle, or a kitchen – Whatever it was belonged to the woods now.

A ragged old flag, Presumedly once blue Had surrendered almost completely, but still flapped. The ladder had broken in three places, And the windows were dark with grime –But the faraway cries of pirates and cowboys Echoes through the rafters.