I Was King
Our realm, our secret world
Gnarled and weather worn,
Mystical, and mighty
Convoluted in its form.
As we played, its oaken trunk
Became our royal tower,
I played King, lording it,
Revelling in my power.
Entry for
MAY 2019 no 6,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 8(EIGHT )Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
18/5/2019.Placed 5th.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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