It takes just the right tree
to build the proper tree house;
we had just that tree –
the sprawled red apple tree
made just that house,
complete with a proper ladder
and sturdy old board floor,
built lovingly by my Grandparents,
and we played happily for hours,
eating unripened apples,
puckery and tangy –
working the glands in our jaws,
stomach ache snacks;
the ledge, our shelves,
lined with empty tin cans
we used as dishes as we
pretended the hours away
on a summer’s day.
Michellia D. Wilson
8/13/2016