That Dark Day, Our Childhood Castle Was Felled

That Dark Day, Our Childhood Castle Was Felled Deed was dark, day of its felling deafening that mighty crash! Tragic this tale of the telling thoughtless men, acting so rash. Where rests now, its flying hordes, winged weary and storm attacked? Hammer and nails will pierce its boards another forest gem ransacked! Horror struck, sight of destruction young lad, heart was thus impaled; needed wisdom, life's instruction on why sincere prayer had failed! Mighty oak, child's treasured friend taken, slain as if not alive, yes, said - all things come to this end greed is gold, for its luster strive. When death invades, innocence lost will such deep scars ever heal? Can gold thus gained, justify cost when a child finds heart break real? R.J. Lindley, May 25th, 1977 Note- (Poem was inspired by the (1968) cutting down of our childhood castle, swing and climbing kingdom of childhood fantasy). My younger brothers and sisters cried.. Forest behind our home was being timbered out for its dollar value in its old,mighty and majestic oak trees. Although land was owned by others, children see such gems when so loved as their own..