I remember the thrill of using imagination

And the home which I used to fuel my creation

For outside that apartment which I used to roam

A castle of wood held knights welding foam.

This castle I owned with friends of many

was one that would defend against plenty.

For years we guarded the castle from foes

Welding elements we forged from a large gray stone.

We had some good times as we laughed and we cried

But after a while I was forced to say goodbye.

Eight years had passed when I visited that place

But my castle of wood now had a new face.

A playground was all I thought I could see

Until I passed by a rock near a very old tree.

That gray rock we had used to play our game

Had a message this tree had shielded from rain.

Tears filled my eyes at this message of hope

Written by friends I knew, long long ago.