The Visitors at the TreehouseA Poem by James Mckay
Towards the back of their parents 100 acre property
The brothers picked out the biggest of all oak trees They pleaded with dad saying they've been really good Could they head to the hardware store and purchase some wood? Dad took out his measuring tape and drew a quick design And there at Lowe's they were having a sale on everything pine Dad would measure and use the saw and laid down the floor We already had the steps in place and now the walls for support Finally it was finished and we all took a look and were proud Dad measured it and said the base was eight feet off the ground He told us too be careful and he told us both not to fight And we asked him if we both could sleep in it for the night Mom drove us back there on the ATV with sleeping bags and snacks We had a small ice chest for Capri Suns, some fruit, and jello pudding packs We had no electricity but we had our flashlights and an old am/fm radio We even told jokes and spooky stories just to make the time pass and flow We both eventually started to feel the sleepiness kick in Then we looked at each other and here comes the yawns again We were both finally out like a light and it was thirty passed one It would be six hours before we would both see the light of the sun About three in the morning we were awoken to several loud noises Breaking limbs, grunting, snapping, and what sounded like human voices It sounded like they were right beneath the treehouse; maybe many The brothers curled up tightly together and said a prayer if they knew any Finally the sun came up and out the window the sun they did see As they made their way down the steps; dad came up in the ATV Before the boys could look around, dad said better hop in right now Your mama's got breakfast ready and it's hot back at the house Across the table the boys looked at each other but no other word was said They didn't want to acknowledge the disturbance; maybe it was in there head Then one of the brothers said, "We definitely need to go back out there man" Then he walked over to the window and said, "I can tell you that it isn't human!" to be continued............... by: James W. Mckay July 20, 2023 © 2023 James Mckay |
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Added on July 20, 2023 Last Updated on July 20, 2023 AuthorJames MckaySan Antonio, TXAboutTx! Hello my name is James and I'm 46. I began writing at an early age and I'm sure most of our poetry started with "Roses are Red", etc. I'm not sure where my love or desire for poetry came from .. more..Writing
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