M M. Marshall
Tree House - Poem by M M. Marshall
A few boards here and there;
A remembrance of when you were six
And needed escape from the humdrum of reality.
Dad and you sawed and hammered in the mulberry tree,
So you could be a pirate sailing the Seven Seas,
Or a stowaway in a rocket ship to the moon.
It was your refuge from hairy monsters
And a sanctuary from growing up.
Only traces of chilhood left
In branches where birds nest.
No young boy hiding out to shape his dreams now;
You became a man.
But tucked away in the corner of my heart I keep
A memory of a lad climbing toward the stars.
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