The Magic Woods

My last time here,
trees still stood
where they had watched us
grow from gnomes to knights
to teenagers.
We danced on ropes,
burnt fires at night
and drank
too much
to youth.
Once trees fell
they became paths
connecting villages
to fortresses
in an infinite forest.
Nailed on boards
made castle towers
that we climbed
to see over
the kingdom.
As we aged
we outgrew enchantments,
brought in friends
with beer cans
for weekly campfires.
Then it sold
to some new family
to build their new home
where we once wove
our old spells.
I still climb trees
but these are gone,
torn and seeded,
replaced by horses,
and I won’t return.
PAD Challenge 3: The last time I was here


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