A Poem for the Treehouse

With thanks to A.A. Milne for the inspiration...

Halfway down the tree
Is a place
Where I sit
There isn’t any
Other place
Quite like
It.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
Here is my treehouse
Where
I love to
Stop





Halfway up the tree
Isn’t near.
And isn’t far,
It isn’t in the kitchen,
It isn’t in the car
And all sorts of peaceful thoughts
Run round my head;
It isn’t really anywhere!
It’s somewhere else
Instead!










Someone else loves my quiet spot, too!