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New spoke in our wheel of the year. for your consideration >Treehouse (Wiki)
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No minimum or maximum word length. Today is Monday, this challenge will last until Sunday midnight, your local time (honor system folks ).
Last one in has the privilege, should they accept it, to start the next challenge thread, choose the title and determine conditions.

Additionally, if you are new to this challenge series, please visit the previous installments to read or post your own poetic view of that subject. Of course, anyone can jump right in at any point.

First, by the idiot who started this: Wheel Of The Year
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1488624

Second, by cascadiabound: Gratitude
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1488624

Third, by Mrtenant : Dancing
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1489521

Fourth, greenmountaineer gave us: Outdoor Games
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1489870

Fifth, Underyourspell : Superstition
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1490279

sixth, Piscator : Right Place Wrong Time
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1490765

seventh and most recently cascadiabound: Road Trips
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1491326

Ready? Go!
 
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Treehouse Blues

Wind amongst the leaves
A creak of limbs and boards
A distant neighbor's dog barking
Cicada songs and bird harmonies
Sweat across my brow
Soaking my shirt
Sipping a soda

It's still here
Can't believe it's still here
In the copse behind the golf course
The creek bubbling close by
Wood still firm and straight
Weather stained and alive with memory
Memories of youth

Best friends and comic books
Sodas and bubblegum
Radios and girlfriends
Sleepouts at night
And shelter from the storm
A home when there was no other
Sights, sounds, smells, all here

Sighing happily as I sip that soda
The tree creaks and leaves rustle
A snap and rumble
Boards break
Hitting a broad limb
Leaves in my face
Thudding to the ground
In shock, with a groan
Oh my back!
 
A Change in the Weather


It’s your weekend home by the ocean
you bemoan the future of……and the deck,
oh the deck! you no longer will tan from
or host the occasional party
with crudités and marzipan.

Why even the seagulls won’t come
to eat the food scraps left behind
or drink from salty rain pools,
and to think you’ll spend all summer
in the city gives you goosebumps.

You hear distant laughter that grates
like your French nails on a blackboard
because your neighbors, the Brodheads,
didn’t invite you to celebrate
their newly reinforced deck.

Could it be you’re not High Anglican,
the clothes you wear, the Chevrolet?
Maybe you shop the wrong places?
Or could it be Ev’s highbrow look
when you swore in a lapse of politesse?

Meanwhile half and a third world away
Trie^`u prays that the factories
in Haiphong need help to make more widgets
to ship to the U.S.A.

because the house his grandfather built
on stilts against the Monsoon season
isn't there, nor is the shore,
nor is his village anymore.
 
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Zen Fort

Up in the soft green
Time takes its hue, verdigris
Jade serenity​
 
After We Climbed This Tree

It was after we climbed this tree
that we were both able to see
two hot babes licking each other
up and down their nude bods which made
my girlfriend... without any aid...
put my stone hard dick inside her
pussy while we kept on looking
at those two tree house babes dyking
the whole scene up with each other.
 
I asked my love for a treehouse
a hideaway for two
nestled in the verdant green
Cradled by strong branches
swaying in the breeze

I asked my love for a treehouse
a lookout towards the sound
grey blue water calling us
to our next adventure

I asked my love for a treehouse
with a porthole in the door
charts on the walls
and books in every nook
Piles of pillows and blankets
A place just for us

I asked my love for a treehouse
it is never too late
to be young at heart again
 
Oh to dwell in a treehouse
to live in living wood
and awaken to bird calls
as the wind whispers
through the branches.

If in Masai Mara, we might
look out on wildebeest,
hippos, hyenas and lions.
But my ambition is far
more pedestrian, just
the lake, wind and us,
with perhaps an occasional
deer and a pesky racoon.

Yet the world would look
much better than it does
from this concrete tower.
 
I asked my love for a treehouse
with a porthole in the door
charts on the walls
and books in every nook
Piles of pillows and blankets
A place just for us
Click to expand...

that sounds a perfect place :rose:
 
butters said:
that sounds a perfect place :rose:
Click to expand...
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No, Ku. I'm not building any tree houses. :cattail:

A walk to worship trees, their spawn,
blanket the hill beyond field n rill,
entry to the temple. My God, you are all,
Near primal when first seen, My Love,
now diminished but returning. The elders,
bearing vertical scars, nails driven in youth,
up to the house long gone to molder,
still bright in the eyes of my age.
 
Piscator said:
Oh to dwell in a treehouse
to live in living wood
and awaken to bird calls
as the wind whispers
through the branches.

If in Masai Mara, we might
look out on wildebeest,
hippos, hyenas and lions.
But my ambition is far
more pedestrian, just
the lake, wind and us,
with perhaps an occasional
deer and a pesky racoon.

Yet the world would look
much better than it does
from this concrete tower.
Click to expand...

I believe Piscador is the winner this time and as gm said to me once ... this grounds me. cheeky flip as well. You're driving, where to?
 
Christmas Break

HarryHill said:
I believe Piscador is the winner this time and as gm said to me once ... this grounds me. cheeky flip as well. You're driving, where to?
Click to expand...

With the Christmas and New Year Festivities, I suggest a pause in the Wheel to resume after New years Day
 
To maintain the Sunday to Sunday cycle, I'll start the next Wheel challenge today
 
It was 'my place' of books and more books,
curled up on blankets and cushions
taken from the house, lost in some other world.
Mostly of horses, but I'd read anything
I could lay my hands on and a book token
meant as many hours as Mother allowed
perusing the shelves, oh so carefully choosing
how to spend something more precious than gold.
 
A Treehouse For All Seasons

Truth was we never worried about falling
all we wanted was to sit up in the leafy
shade, surrounded by cherries and bees.

Surrounded by cherries and bees all summer
the drone of insects and snores of adult slumber
reminded that the lazy days would end too soon

Reminded that the lazy days would end too soon
our shady solitude became cluttered with frenetic
cousins and siblings fighting for space in the tree

cousins and siblings fighting for space in the tree
pushed the younger kids to play in the rocks piled
near the edge of the field or in the fresh cut hay

near the edge of the field or in the fresh cut hay
the little ones would watch for the day
when the bigs went away on the bus to school

When the bigs went away on the bus to school
we'd climb to the platform and feel the frost
changing the emerald to amber and gold

Changing the emerald to amber and gold
heralded the first winter snows to limne the leaves
and signal us to abandon the tree til springtime.
 
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