Backyard Treehouse
by Taylor McFarlane

 

A bird chirped and flew away.

We walked up closer to look up.

"I'll go first," as I took the step in hand.

My legs steadily moved upwards, although a little shaky.

I pulled myself up on the platform.

"Just do what I did, you'll be fine."

Now we both sat in the fort.

Not much to do but enjoy it.

The cool breeze made the old tree creek.

Nothing to worry about though, nothing at all.