Treehouse

What a dream it now is
to picture me there,
my back in warm grass,
eyes to the sky,
crafting a treehouse
with my mind’s eye.

The fifty-foot oaks
stood side-by-side,
strong, steady, eternal,
leaves listing in the summer breeze,
my head in the clouds,
my heart in the trees.

There was nothing grander
than what I could see –
bridges here, turrets there,
a boundless earth beneath my feet,
my paradise in boughs,
my blissful retreat.

While many years have passed
with canopies still bare,
those mighty oaks bring peace
and stir no feelings of regret,
for I now have a daydream
that I never will forget.

Author: J. Anton Davis

Hi, my name is Jacob Anton (ANN-tin) Davis. I am a husband, father, attorney, and writer. I have written poetry and fiction as a hobby for the past 20 years, but I launched J. Anton Poetry in 2019 to share my writing publicly. The poems of mine on this site largely describe my thoughts about the deeper connections and meaning in our everyday lives.

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