There's this little place
Out past the river banks of my home
Where no one goes
Walking through a green draped world
You'll find the barky redemption
I first say a pray
Of thanks to the forest
Wrap my little arms around
And being to climb
The rope ladder I weaved
Up high, above
The judging peers
The disapointed parents
The hurtful sister
Up high above
The clouds
Sun shining in hues for me
My tree house becomes
My sacutary
With old blankets and pillow too
I can dream of
Anything
With a little table like shelf
I can write of
Anything
The air smells sweet here
Letting me know I'm free
To be whoever I want to be
Up high, above
The judging peers
The disapointed parents
The hurtful sister
Up high above
The clouds
Sun shining in hues for me
My tree house becomes
My sacutary
Verdict?
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this is a beautiful poem, great imagry and happiness here, feelings of warmth, reminds the reader of those oh so happy days of summer as a child playing in the trees, the innocence, the simplicity... well done!
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good
I'd love some where like that, to get away from it all.
You desribe your sanctuary as your special place which really comes across -
Good
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This reminds me of when I start making a song or a poem; that anxious and excited feeling, but it's calming at the same time. Great write.
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I wanna tree house!
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