A 76-word, first-word, acrostic poem, using alcazar, meaning a Spanish fortress, palace, or castle.
I did not use the prompt word as a theme.
Wind, Rain, and Life
All I ask are a few good poems and stories and to have
Lived and loved my seventy-six years as me. My
Children and my children’s children brought me to heavenly happiness
As rain brought new life later claimed by the dry range and the breezes of soft
Zephyrus gently passing us by, like time-forgotten memories
Around our lives with now-shortened horizons pointing to sunsets
Restoring my faith in the discovered purposes of life and humanity.
Look both ways to protect your citadel from plunder and attack.
Mind the gaps of your castle walls which may be vulnerable to the darkness of passing time.
Our Literary Journey 
That would strike anyone as a happy and worthwhile life
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Thanks, Larry. 🙂 It is.
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I love it Bill. I may even present one myself, you never know!
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Thank you, Peter.
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Very clever and so well done, Bill! I must admit, I struggled with the word then sort of chucked it in conceptually somewhere, ha ha! Great poem and I love the title 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra.
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Your most welcome 🙂
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Wonderfully done and beautiful message. It’s been a good life so far and shall continue for many more, I hope!
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Thank you, Dale. Life has it’s moments, hours, days, and more. I hope so too. :-).
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I agree!
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🙂
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