Our welcome may be silent but offered sincere
as you enter this quiet space, what do you hear?
Yes, the wind whispers or whips, depends on season,
’round lone chimneys…do you wonder the reason?
Several brick chimneys and two buildings of stone;
commissary and powder house, stand here alone.
We were young soldiers when we marched to this spot
and our work to build fort in west Texas proved hot.
A frontier fort to deal with new settlers’ problem
but after three years, fort burned and abandoned.
Civil war called us, and native peoples moved on…
leaving cannon and wagon, we’re long dead and gone.
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For Dora Hak’s “written in stone” prompt at dVerse Poets Pub.
a poem in my pocket 
Feb 19, 2024 @ 09:36:59
I like how you offer invitation and also explanation – story, and at the same time rhyming.
Feb 19, 2024 @ 10:41:47
Thanks for reading and commenting here!
Feb 20, 2024 @ 06:25:00
Very welcome Lynn
Feb 15, 2024 @ 12:49:27
It is always so interesting and a bit haunting to me the way a historical site carries its own voice, insisting on telling us the story….as long as we’ll listen. I think your poem really captures that feeling.
Feb 15, 2024 @ 22:21:18
Thank you, Mish…yes, each place has its own voice and story for us to discover.