#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 collecting everything...
Words like son the weather is nice how come you don't go and play...Like the rest of the children...
"I am" I exclaimed
Little did they know I was a child on a mission,..I was having fun...I watch the sparrows build nest...the squirrel and his living quarters in a tree...Fruit bat lazy as can be in the day time sleeping in the trees...
Yes way up in the trees...is were I used to play... never knowing the danger at least right away...
I remember climbing high up
in the leaves feeling free...and where I was - there was nobody...I had other benefits
which became the downfall of me up in rhe trees...I built my little treehouse in a fruit tree...
delicious pears bloomed oh what a treat! But, like in an instant a giant beehive emerges. overnight....I had to evacuate my treehouse, the bees like to fight...I couldn't take getting stung by the bees ... I ran with fright...I left my treehouse disgusted with all the stings of the Bees...The quest ended that fast yes overnight...Next day another Daydream I took flight...

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