rustic ramparts
stone laid upon stone
homely fortress
befittingly creased
with bent passages
hidey-holes random
fool raptor and snake
tiny chambers
connect catawampus
and carry the
frenzy and scurry
the high metabolic
activity bustling within
stonewalled burrows
of chipmunks at home
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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“Hidey-holes.” Love.
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thanks, Amy
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I was immediately drawn to this poem since its title also proclaimed my maiden name. It would not be ignored and it did not disappoint.
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what an interesting coincidence
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Bastion–I think that was the word I was searching for recently…. Great poem as always.
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I must have heard you searching…
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Maybe so, I had to use something else…I’ve already forgotten what.
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My Fiancée and I recently stumbled upon a crumbling castle (it was a little one) and spent some time reading about it’s history and watching the sea from a doorless doorway which now leads into thin air. It was a wonderful time.
Ruins have always fascinated me. Thank you for the poem 🙂
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what an exciting discovery
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I love this.The animal inhabitants of the wall give your poem life.
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I can watch them from y windows
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