We could build a treehouse there
Where quiet breeze flows through the wood
And echoes of our childhood
Still faintly hover in the air.
I ponder it with broadening smile!
So, could we build a treehouse there?
I know we could, but do we dare?
I think it just might be worthwhile.
I hope that you can be convinced
For once my heart became aware
That we could build a treehouse there,
I’ve been obsessing ever since.
It wouldn’t be the same elsewhere
For that is where we laughed and played
And where our hearts took root and stayed.
I’m glad we built a treehouse there.
© Marie Elena Good