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Tree-Home



A bird sings to my childhood,
Through red of oak foliage,
Trickling down centuries old bark,
And young rusted nails.

The little boy calls out,
From all those years ago,
Who use to leave his cries,
On the autumn wind.

Now Stands before himself,
Looking out the treehouse,
no longer able to be a home,
Wondering.

Who took that little boy away,
And put me in his place?

About this poem

At the age of 8-10, I built this makeshift tree house in the woods near where I lived from random old pieces of fence wood in the neighborhood, from nails found outside other homes, and from rocks I used to hammer I would find in the creek nearby. Just so I had a safe place when home didn't feel like home and just so wounds could feel like they had a space to heal. I returned to this spot, 8 years later and I sat there on one of the trees many broken branches and wrote this.

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Written on November 15, 2018

Submitted by Londinum on March 16, 2022

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London Holbrook

Born in Salt Lake City, Utah, London A. Holbrook is a young aspiring writer currently studying in Maryland for his degree in English and literature. Over the course of writing since 10, London has found a love and interest in writing and ultimately, gravitating towards poetry. Through this medium, London gives his perspective on the world both abstractly and personally from his life, his health, his lessons, his adversities, his triumphs and his losses. He plans on mastering his craft and one day publishing his work in a collection that can provide relation and insight to those in need of answers and company more…

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  • abielias1
    I love the whimsy of this
    LikeReplyReport 23 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    Thankyou for your heart warming poem about being a kid ! We can make memories everyday but as a young lad, these memories will stay for a lifetime ! Building dreams is now your voyage, remember well.
    LikeReplyReport 13 months ago

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