The other day I took a moment just to walk through the woods

Where we played when young and where our tree house once stood

 

It seemed the moss covered oaks were not as majestic as they once were

And the wooded area thick with palmettos not as overwhelming for sure

 

There were still rotten remnants of our favorite place to play

The tree house where we spent hours throughout summer days

 

The tree house is where we hid from imaginary panthers and bears

With our BB guns and bow and arrows we were always safe there

 

This tree house is where we learned the all the important lessons of life

About how babies are made and what happens between a husband and wife

 

This was our sanctuary where only our gang held secret membership

Where we tried a cigarette, beer and got sick from Grandpa’s tobacco dip

 

True lessons in life I learned that made me a better father and spouse

Were not learned at school or in church but in that Old Plywood Tree House

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker