The Tree HouseA Poem by AehrI wrote this poem at the beginning of seventh grade. I know its a bit kiddish but i was getting bored and when i thought of the wierd things my little sister does, I threw it out on paper.I have a little sister And when she was three, She used to come out in her pram Strolling down the street with me Now one day it happened, we went to shop To buy my little sister a lollipop And on the way my sister Saw a park Behind the park was a home With a door like an arch And behind the house Was a tree With a cute little tree house Worth to see Now as soon as I took the pram home I put a jacket on her back Because it was getting cold She ran to a tree in the garden Oh, wasn’t it big! Then fell down on the grass with the sound of twigs I told her this funny story now She laughed and laughed and still he laughed Grabbed my hand and took me out ‘Oh sister! I cannot believe You didn’t understand too I wanted that little tree house To play all day with you And so we smiled and ran to dad And told him what we want To build a tree house of our own And have a lot of fun Now there are empty coffee cups And loads and loads of paint mugs And pieces of wood here and there But I’m standing on my own little Tree house built with love and care © 2012 AehrReviews
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10 Reviews Added on March 29, 2012 Last Updated on March 29, 2012 AuthorAehrAspiring for fearlessnessAboutTrying to keep my words alive. Find me on Instagram: aehr_x more..Writing
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