Tree House
A platform
hidden high above,
in giant maple tree,
Far back in branches that were spread,
Was special world to me.
One day it might
be penthouse,
For visitors so elite,
While next day it was 'campfire'
Where we sat with grubby feet.
I held some
parties high above,
Served tea to 'Mrs. Brown',
And even hid, for hide and seek,
From searchers on the ground.
A place where
distance knew no
bounds,
Imagination soared,
Where I could be a 'Queen' with
crown,
A 'man' was called 'My Lord.'
A special place
made for escape,
From cruel world down below,
Where wishes, dreams, and just plain
thoughts,
Like seeds, sprang forth to grow.
I think back
now, to younger days,
Of many hours spent,
In tree house high above the ground,
Perfumed with nature's scent.
For it was
there, among the leaves,
My dreams were free to roam,
Till Mother's voice called out to me,
'Come down, time to come home.'
©Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
All Rights Reserved ©1999-2006
Hidden Treasures Of Colorado ~Sheryl McMillan |