Our First Kiss
The Old Tree House All weekend I hammered fathers old rusty nails your fathers blunt saw crafted our first front door I was eleven you just ten Pulling on ropes sweating and measuring I remember the trickle from one small graze no! Wait a second, I can see you dressing the cut. Swearing you and I would never part smearing faces our love for ever till we die Young innocent blood oath remembering buccaneers in each others eyes ’’Longer anyway then plump Betty Prim and dreary John Flynn.’ You... Sign in to see full entry.