Behind a winter fort, cardboard
swords twirl above
young heads. Others prepare
wallops of snow,
braver ones readying for
a frontal assault,
as did King Arthur's stalwart
men once charge enemy forces--
except today it's
children in a parking lot
mimicking the past.
An old knight like Grandpa
remembers his youth
from similar round table days. Now
rooming at the Nursing Home,
his new fortress. The only
snowballs flung in faraway dreams,
a steed replaced by
twirling wheels from an old
wheelchair. Memories linger as he
remembers those rushing
feet, swords swirling
snow hurling, and shouting:
"Attaaack!"
Richard L. Provencher
All messages for Richard or Esther can be sent directly to: richardprov2@gmail.com. They enjoy reading comments on their work. Readers are welcome to visit their website at: www.wsprog.com/rp/. Free downloads also available. They live in Truro, Nova Scotia. Canada. Blessings for your loved ones
