Life Got Busy, I Grew Up

Just beyond our fence

a clearing sat

surrounded by bushes and trees.

Roots rose from the ground

and became chairs of my imagination;

a place I played my rebellion. 

The brush invaded my headquarters,

like Napoleon invaded Europe.

I didn't have a Waterloo

to retain my childhood home.

Goodbye, my friend.

Your ferns are lovely.

Reviews

[Natasha]

Perfect imagery.

[kait]

this is really beautifully written.

[TBird J.]

Oh my! No! This is so sad. I could see the clearing through your words, great job :)

[Wanderlust]

Gentle closure on childhood and quite sad, too. Last two lines are very poignant.

[x_______]

Great poem. Very creative, I liked the 'roots rising...of my imagination.' Awesome image, very original.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

The brush invaded my headquarters,
like Napoleon invaded Europe.
I didn't have a Waterloo
to retain my childhood home.
very interesting :)

[JulieZee]

Bittersweet and to the point.

[MissWordSmith]

Wow, this was so simply put yet had such great depth to it somehow.
the imagery was fantastically unique and pure for some reason.
Also, the title was just perfect.
No one likes to realize that they ever grew up..

[Rhine Wolf]

what a way to say farewell to a place that held your childhood memories, very well written.

Blessed be,
Fallon

[QuietPoet]

This was beautiful. Great work.