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DAD


He was the fastest of his brothers.
So he ran up to the bullies
And provoked them to give chase.

They were creatures of the woods.
Well suited to wilderness
And creative like the sun in trees.

A path of strategic holes was dug.
Filled with impaler sticks
And covered with forest organics.

* *   *

He weaved through the pathway.
That weaved circuitously
And he heard screaming sounds.

The brothers sailed into the sun.
Sleeping in their hideout
And made treasures from stones.

The fight continued but that day.
They had glorious respite
And slept like kings of the woods.


Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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Author's Note
For my late father.
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