(to Raid and Regain the Tree Fort)
Walked past your old house today,
remembered all the ways we played our games,
air raids: the sky limited our imaginations.
Life was different back then,
simple and carefree.
All that mattered to us
was having the time of our lives.
That we did, all the time.
Walked through the old park today,
remembered elaborate schemes you would erect:
where to build the perfect fort, a hideout in the trees.
Always a new plan!
We were different back then,
simple and careless.
All that made sense to us
was having the time of our lives.
That we did, all the time.
One more time,
I want to go back
to our tree fort in the woods.
Would you be there climbing,
one branch higher than the day before,
thinking up plans to win the war?
Maybe we should wait for winter;
a fresh snowfall always gave us new life.
