<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Domain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twelve trees out back....our forest thick, <br>a place to fantasize, <br>and Tarzan’s jungle it became<br>beneath those summer skies, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where I was Jane. We’d swing from trees<br>on knotted rope grape vines, <br>and roar our warbling jungle calls <br>within the yard’s confines, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or putt putt golf course. Using bricks<br>and orange juice cans, we built<br>our nine holed run with obstacles <br>there in the root bound silt, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and charged our friends five pennies each<br>to play the shaded course<br>with plastic clubs and Wiffle balls<br>from five and dime resource.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We built a town of boards and bricks.<br>Our domain we’d convert, <br>traversing with our match box cars<br>those streets we carved from dirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A holly tree was my retreat<br>from teasing brothers fled.<br>I’d dream there in my smooth barked lair<br>and often times I read</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of Cherry Ames or Vickie Barr.<br>To their worlds I’d retire<br>and ponder possibilities<br>of futures to aspire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was our kingdom and we reigned<br>'neath sassafras and elm.<br>Three city kids each summer ruled<br>this shady perfect realm</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=B.V.+Dahlen">B.V. Dahlen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568046" data-title="Our Domain de B.V. Dahlen" data-description="Twelve trees out back....our forest thick, a place to fantasize, and Tarzan’s jungle it became beneath those summer skies, where I was Jane. We’d swing from trees on knotted rope grape vines, and roar our warbling jungle calls within the..."></div> </div> </div>

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