Cubby
Written by fabee_babeeChildren scamper in a hype of activity,
Giggles echo among the trees,
"Over here" yells one smiling -
Trampling footfalls crunch
over dried leaves.
A fallen branch becomes the backbone
of a childhood memory.
Dirty ash smudged faces
strain to carry the big branch.
"Pull Michael",
"I am Kara",
They finally get the branch in place
and build upon their fun.
Carrying -
Collecting-
Calling-
Care made with each desicision
and placement of parts.
Sweaty young faces filled with admiration
for their hard works results.
A cubby fit for kings and pirates,
Peacetime and war.
Their own retreat from reality.
Only children can create a kingdom
from trees and discarded scrap.
Only children,
Creating a new world.
Burnt Bush,
Broken Branches,
Become a home once more,
In a new world.