Cubby House
By Amal T
[not published yet]
Whenever I enter my grand backyard
I have a view, one of my cubby house
It stands so tall like a proud willow tree
and has a roof like an umbrella made of delicate leaves
when I place foot on its vintage wooden planks
it shows me never-ending, blue stained paper, the sky
A smell of old wood and forgotten crushed chalk is engraved within the cubby house as if it has a lock
My cubby house brings a warm feeling, not like one felt before
And although it is weak and starting to fall apart
I will continue to love my cubby house til the end
It will always have a warm home in my heart