I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now! To see an earlier decade, the link is: http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Shelters
The island is dotted with blockhouses,
Scattered on every pioneer farm…
For protection in the new world,
Sheltering Whidbey settlers from harm.
Each blockhouse had multiple gun holes,
That were fortunately seldom used,
Some settlers married the Indian girls,
Most land encroachments were excused.
The fortresses now are reminders,
Of those lured to this beautiful space…
The simple precautions needed then,
Compared to our huge navy base.
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