Fort Worden: Guard Shack 23
Fort Worden: Guard Shack 23
How many hours did I sit there
As if I knew what I was
Supposed to be guarding
Not the fort that was what the guns were for
Not the nation somewhere off to my left
Not our inalienable right to be free
Maybe it was something inside of me
I was guarding the secret I was keeping
Even from myself back then
My love for the young men
Marching back and forth on the yard
A few in particular