Treehouse

During the lockdown I have a favorite tree 
Where I go and feel fabulously free
It’s in the scrub where no one can see
Full of prickles and possum poo intensity

The branches are high and tangled together 
It’s perfect for climbing in all kinds of weather
It’s strong and sturdy and can carry the weight 
Of a neighbourhood treehouse built with my mates

Made of discarded nails and boards at all angles
Held by recycled rope that swings and dangles 
Scavenged hard rubbish and gnarled scrap wood 
But oh so charming, so treehousey good!!

Come and visit and you’ll see Eve and I
Courageously climbing branches up high
We reach the treehouse, inside we go
A quick retreat from the world below

But once inside what an amazing sight 
With tables and chairs much to delight 
Wind charms and cushions and a leafy floor
And a flying fox out the back door

When I visit the this place it hugs me tight 
Bringing a joyful day, though sad at night
Left to the squabbly possums to take care
Back to nature until again we share