We were pirates then
dueling swords of picket wood
on summer days when backyard pools
were Caribbean seas
We swung from frayed and creaking rope
tethered to the stolid limbs of shadegiving trees
plundering the ships we made from cardboard
and splintered pinewood crates
We laid siege to sandbox fortresses
with cannon fire from garden hoses
muzzled by the ends of our thumbs
Our shipmates were the tabby cats
and german shepherds we dressed
in tattered sheets pillaged from
lines strewn across the lawn
and patches held by rubber bands
covering bewildered eyes
We were pirates then
dueling swords of picket wood
on summer days we buried
in coves hidden along straits
we marked on weathered maps
Surviving still and sometimes found
in the darkest corners of the night
and the cloudless wonder of the day
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
We were pirates then
dueling swords of picket wood
on summer days when backyard pools
were Caribbean seas
We swung from frayed and creaking rope
tethered to the stolid limbs of shadegiving trees
plundering the ships we made from cardboard
and splintered pinewood crates
We laid siege to sandbox fortresses
with cannon fire from garden hoses
muzzled by the ends of our thumbs
Our shipmates were the tabby cats
and german shepherds we dressed
in tattered sheets pillaged from
lines strewn across the lawn
and patches held by rubber bands
covering bewildered eyes
We were pirates then
dueling swords of picket wood
on summer days we buried
in coves hidden along straits
we marked on weathered maps
Surviving still and sometimes found
in the darkest corners of the night
and the cloudless wonder of the day