Timber Top Tree House - Poem by Bill Dureen
We ought to get away from it all
To a place where no one could reach us
A hideaway where we'd have a ball
Learning everything nature could teach us
We would learn the language of the birds
So we could talk to them in their own words
And oh what tales the bears would relate
On what it's like to hibernate...
You and I could do very well
On a platform close to the sky
Up so high that no one could tell
If you were me or I was you
In a timber top tree house for two...
The squirrels would be a bother I know
But we'd have to learn to live with them
Of course there'd be a fawn and a doe
Begging snacks from the tree top kitchen
The bats would come to visit us at night
They're so very friendly and so polite
We'd fall asleep and wake up at dawn
When all the friendly bats were gone..
When winter first appears it all would end
We'd say au revoir to our forest friends
We'd board up every window with care
And pray when summer comes they'd still be there...
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