Just a little tree house, <br />Rope ladder trailing down. <br />Sitting in the oak tree, <br />Twenty feet off the ground. <br /> <br />Just some old boards nailed together, <br />On the branches way up high. <br />Through all kinds of Texas weather, <br />Underneath the Lonestar sky. <br /> <br />Spending the night up in the tree, <br />On some old wooden boards, <br />Sleeping rather peacefully, <br />Amidst the mosquito hordes. <br /> <br />Sounds in the night, <br />Sometimes kept us awake. <br />Our eyes filled with fright, <br />As we felt the tree shake. <br /> <br />It's still up there, high in the tree, <br />Falling apart now nail, by nail. <br />Getting ready to crumble, down, <br />In a south Texas gale. <br /> <br />10/14/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-house/
