Wetland Adventure

It was passed along in whispers, 

among the children of paradise

that deep within the wetlands

rested a treehouse few had entered

 

Determined we set out,

to find this place of ledgend 

we sifted through pop cans and briars 

treading quietly as not to get caught 

 

though our adventures were great 

and our memories vivid, 

of the dead days of summer 

quite a peculiar state

 

we never located the infamous hut spoken of, 

for the leaves fell off the trees, 

and the ground absorbed the rich shade of earth 

only accompanied by pumpkins and drops of rain above

 

and so we waited til' next year 

when everything was dead of water

to resume our quest 

of the forbidden tree house, not too far from here

This poem is about: 
Me

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