#ccc064 #playground #childhood #park #outdoors #imagination #kingdom
In the morning mist
it appears through the green trees
abandoned, alone
occupied soon by
little explorers walking
amongst the green stuff
fun and games go on
as imagination
transforms leafy views
not swings and wood frames
but a mighty built castle
lived in by young uns
Love it. I remember the young oak at the bottom of our garden which for years transformed into a castle, a ship, a mountain and many other things. A shame such imagination is thought only to belong to the young. I’m pleased to say that mine remains
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cheers for the prompt, and reading my response to it
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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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