Memories

-CJ Holm

I knew a special place just beyond the glen
Where summer never ended and I would lead my men
Just below the treetops, far beyond the fray
A sturdy wooden warship, where my dreams would always stay

Sailing for adventure in the cottonwood leaves,
Branches were my ladders on these open seas
My wooden saber slashing, risking a certain death
I fought till the foe was beaten or I was out of breath.

We’d capture a pirate’s treasure, that my mates would store away,
Then sing a seaman’s shanty, till daylight turned to grey.
When mother called time for supper, I would turn and say,
We had set sail for adventure, tomorrow is another day.