My Cubby

My cubby is my safe place,

Where I can be with my friends.

I water my garden,

Like a mother nourishes her child.

I sit down and weave a bag out of plants.

My cubby is my safe place. 

I love the colour of the green ferns,

And the smell of fresh ginger, 

The dirt mixed with the river

Like my toes after being in the bath for ages. 

My cubby is my safe place.

Seeing my friends looking as happy as quokkas 

After I tidy a mess

My cubby is like my home.

All it needs now is a doormat 

And a garden gnome.