Tree House

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
March/April 2011

By Caroline Lunt

I climb up the light brown ladder
I smell fresh air
A soft wind touches my face
Gently brushing new green leaves
I rest my back on a thick old tree
and watch an ant crawl
carrying a small piece of green
A bird chirps
I look up
I watch it fly away
softly on the wind
I take a deep breath
and settle to my book.

Tree House Caroline Lunt

Caroline Lunt, 12
Shrewsbury, Massachusetts

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