.4. Fortified Poem by David Threadgold

The loft in our barn holds a secret
We use it to store bales of hay
That someone had shaped like a castle
To hide all their secrets away

A rope hanging down from the rafters
Swung out from the loft to the floor
Before I could see who was swinging
They scampered away out the door

So I carried on tending my tractor
And above me I heard someone yell
I couldn’t tell who it was squealing
The hay bales had muffled it well

I decided to leave it no longer
And climbed up the old metal still-age
To a salvo of cabbage and carrots
From my son and the kids from the village


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes