Tree House

Did you ever just want to climb up into a tree house so high
Laugh and wave at the people passing by
Or just sit up there, stare at the sky, and wonder why
You could see so much farther then you could on the ground
I would love to climb up and see so far and around
Drinking in the view would just astound

I've always been short so I'd climb up to be tall
I had no fear of heights so no worries about a fall
A series of ramps up the tree I'd walk
Just birds and squirrels stopping by to talk
My husband could visit if he so chose
But with no TV for sports he soon would doze

Then there are days I would climb into a tree house so high
And spew spitballs if anyone dared to pass by
Water balloons too, depending on my mood
Or just climb up and sit and brood
On the other hand a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates would be dandy
 I would keep a supply in the tree house, it could prove quite handy