Thursday, February 19, 2009
It was the finest tree I ever owned and I gave it to the guys.
No more climbing it you see; would be a tree house to the skies.
We saved a little money and my Dad sure helped us out.
To ward off all the bad guys we made a sign that read: “Keep Out!”
The floors were laid with heavy planks and fastened down with nails.
The spaces left between allowed the planks to gently swell.
We had to have two railings: a foot rest and one for arms.
A rope was added to a branch to escape from any harm.
Our tree house christened “Nautilus” was ready to be shown.
My heart was all aflutter ‘til I saw the sign and groaned.
“No Girls Allowed, and this means YOU and we will take a stand
To drive you far away from here and curse you off this land!”
Girls will laugh and girls will cry but I could not do either.
I smiled a smirk, turned with a jerk, and left them for the ether.
My dogwood tree it beckoned me and off I went to climb.
Then slowly let the tears escape while citing funny rhymes.
They never knew the pain I felt; I buried it inside;
And still today when I recall the tree house I confide,
That though I never saw the top and no one bid me in,
I never want to be as one that's “not allowed” again!