My Treeless Tree House
My treeless tree house whirr is under construction.
Watch out dear critters for flying sawdust fluxion.
The fence will fill in fine for my tree substitute.
It anchors my house while climbing great altitude...
Nails, screws, and elbow grease hold all joints together.
When finished I’ll invite my friend with a feather.
Tada! My house is done its rustic and breezy,
Climb up, take in the vista, and take it eeeasy...
© 2015 Michelle Kogan. All rights reserved.
Corey Rosen Schwartz has challenged us to write a stanza or two about building a treehouse, using unpredictable rhymes of more than one syllable. Click HERE for all the details.
Send your stanzas to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, June 26th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of Corey's delightful new picture book:
This is the kind of treehouse I need! The trees in our yard aren't really up to the task, but we DO have a fence. Thanks, Michelle– I'm SO ready to take it eeeasy.
ReplyDeleteThanks Michelle For featuring my poem!!! It was inspired by my daughter who always wanted a treehouse, but we lacked the tree… Although I haven't been up in her treehouse, the kid in me would love to lounge up there sometime.
ReplyDeleteI like the elbow grease part!
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