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Years ago at our cabin, when our grandchildren Damien and Taylor were young…
(Why does time so often seems so short)
the four of us with lumber from Lowes decided to build a fort.

The exact date of this undertaking…I’m so old now…I forget
I do know our two other grandchildren, Aden and Ava, weren’t in our family yet.

We built that fort one summer and what a playhouse it became…
built with our own hands…between two trees…Camp Mica was it’s name

We built it far enough away from the cabin…
where Damien and Taylor could let their imaginations fly…
but close enough, where through the woods, we could keep a watchful eye.

We even installed a zip line pulley system…making it easy for us to transport…
Nana’s home-made cookies directly to the fort.

The cabin and the fort had walkie-talkies…the plan was as simple as it was grand…
they would walkie-talkie up their order,,
and we would zip line down a basket…into their waiting hands.

Aden and Ava when they finally arrived…and were old enough to enjoy our forts design
took full advantage of the walkie-talkie and Nana’s cookies coming down the line.

But as I say time is short and our grandchildren are all grown…
the zip line was long ago taken down…and Camp Mica stands alone.

The forest has grown up around her…we can barely see her through the trees
I like to think she’s waiting patiently for another generation to appease.

She’s resting as we all are on her memories…of a time not long ago
when children climbed her ladder to play in their miniature chateau.

When they called us on their walkie-talkie…because on snacks they wanted to dine
and we gladly filled the basket and sent it down the line.

Now as I sit her looking down at that old fort…remembering the laughter and the tears
I see how just like me she has weathered a little over the years…

Yes, Camp Mica needs a little touching up…
but with a great-granddaughter on the way…it’s future is now set…
and I’ve got a little time to bring that old fort back to life…
because, it seems, she’s not done making memories yet.
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