The back door of the treehouse at CNC. Beside the front door is a Shel Silverstein poem which reads:
A treehouse, a freehouse,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house,
Is not my kind of house at all --
Let's go live in a tree house.
I couldn't agree more.
1 comment:
Can I come visit you in your treehouse? :) I love Shel Silverstein poetry. My daughter and I like to read "If I were a Rock and Roll Band" together. This treehouse poem is a keeper! Thanks for sharing all your photos of the Nature Center. Your drawings and paintings are wonderfully inspiring!
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