Yvonne, The Organic Writer, is hosting the Festival of Trees. In the past, we've discussed our favorite tree, so in honor of my favorite tree, I thought I'd write a poem about it.
It’s like this
I tuck the paperback in my shorts
Flex my keds
And reach up for the second wooden “step”
I pull up, swat one knee until it finds footing on the lowest two by four
The leaves below move farther away
At the fork
I twist and climb the ladder snaking up the trunk’s back
Through the trap door, I pop my head
On the battered wooden floor of my treehouse
Although it’s not really mine
Just a hand me down
From neighborhood boys who grew to cool to care
I settle into my corner spot
Rest against a sturdy branch
Back to my unpredictable household
And turn to yesterday’s last page
Its telltale folded corner begging me to finish
Someone else’s story
As a kid, I used to devour books in my treehouse. My all time favorite reading spot.
What's your favorite place to read?
3 years ago