Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

We Hid In the Cottonwood Tree

We hid in the cottonwood tree’s magic treehouse.
Spying on our neighbors.
Laughter rang out occasionally from the windows of some of their houses.
We clutched our stomachs and laughed.

Mr. Pete gave his wife a big hug at their house.
We all went, Oh, yucky!
We were eleven, and loved the height of our tree mansion.
Feeling like detectives, or FBI agents.

Eleven is such a magical time.
We used to haul all kinds of pillows up there.
It was my reading nook. On reading days, I was
off with pirates, or Pippi Longstocking, and we
were on the sea, which I had never seen
in real life,

but imagined
was quite
wonderful.
You can never get 11 
back, so please enjoy it!

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Laura Leiser May 8, 2018 at 3:20 PM What a wonderful, nastolgic poem of childhood days, Caren! Such carefree times...I really enjoyed this! :) Caren Krutsinger May 8, 2018 at 7:09 PM Thank you for the kind words, and the visit, Laura.

Tom Cunningham May 4, 2018 at 12:49 PM That's took me right back, doesn't time fly Tom Caren Krutsinger May 6, 2018 at 5:13 AM Faster and faster.