Wood brick
Mortar and stone
The old Georgian stands
Against time
And memory.
Heavy, solid
And shrouded in snow
A tower and a fortress
Steep and mighty.
Cold to the touch
But warm within
We sit by the fire
Basking in the glow.
Our boots
And our gloves
Melting by the door
Encircled by water
Puddled on the floor.
Calling me back
For a moment
To other times
And other places.
Cherished moments
Of a childhood
When everything was magical
And full of wonder.
Fuzzy and surreal
Both distant
Yet familiar
The arc of time
Looped in my head.
Though the years
Grow long
The connection remains
Etched by experience
Bright and strong.
A perfect ending
To a perfect day
Momentarily protected
By beauty and joy.
Into a long winter
Sparkling and white
Safe for the siege
Through a long winters night.
This is our castle
And this is our redoubt
Safe within
From the world
Without.
Why we are hated
Is who we really are
Chipped away from all sides
Through deception and lies.
By any and all means
Marginalized and shunned
Accused of everything
That they themselves have done.
I look at my children
And I know what must be done
More determined than ever
Until the Kingdom comes.
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