Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Tree House

A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.

A street house, a neat house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all -
Let's go live in a tree house.

- Shel Silverstein

3 comments:

ash said...

oi even i want to post one nice poem but i don think i can so il just paste it here:
Fueled
by a million
man-made
wings of fire---
the rocket tore a tunnel
through the sky---
and everybody cheered.

Fueled
only by a thought from God---
the seedling
urged its way
through the thickness of black---
and as it pierced
the heavy ceiling of the soil---
and launched itself
up into outer space---
no
one
even
clapped.

Marcie Hans

Chintan said...

Asha, I read this again today.
It's such a lovely and thoughtful poem. Thanks for posting it here.

Vinod Sreedhar said...

This one is so beautiful! :) Also the one shared by your friend right here... :)