Delusional

A back forty blank slate
for imagination
But don’t go past the fence!
Too late…
Ghosts in the graveyard
You can still hear them
Everyone’s army
but no one really died
Hide and seek
The older kids must have cheated
Tree fort raids and
Swinging vines
Explorations
and archaeological digs
Nothing but Indian beads
and arrow heads
How could that be?
We were always cowboys