My Treehouse
by
Laryalee Fraser
(Age: 68)
copyright 08-15-2001
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Inside my little treehouse, all alone,
I crouch with shaking limbs that won't relax.
My skin is scraped from climbing and I groan
aloud - I hate these unforeseen attacks!
I wriggle to a knothole, risk a peek
at snarling problems circling below.
Their hot saliva drips, their pantings reek
of stagnant swamps where they had room to grow.
I sigh, then yield to sleep's insistent call.
I know at dawn I'll wake, a bit ashamed
of wild imaginings. I'll see the crawl
of docile creatures, willing to be tamed.
My treehouse lets me conquer what I've feared.
Do you have one? Or am I rather weird?
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Yeah Lary, you are weird, lol, no only joking. What a great write this is, I do not have a tree house but I do have my own little cubbyhole where I write and do other things.