#WritcoPoemPrompt52
Write a poem on "A tree house"

I remember searching the neighborhood and business district... with a plan
Collecting everything I thought I could...
Using the broken pieces of wood and plenty of sticks
on a treasure hunt...Other people's gargage...but not mine for it was a fun escape...
The neighborhood parents questioned me like I was a fool...
Beating around the bush with their questions...No matter yes I even collected old silverware I used as tools...
What are you doing boy with all that trash...
That stuff not worth anything you can't get cash.
I'd scream back with belief I'm a Building a place...
This was way before the epidemic of homelessness was in every state...
Roaming around...