Our Secret Place

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    We have a special, private place,
    Our very own small secret space.
    Here in the green and shady wood,
    We’ve made a house the best we could.
    Old tree stumps pose as chairs so fine;
    Our walls are hung with wild grapevine.
    The roof—oak branches overhead;
    And pine needles form our comfy bed.
    Jam sandwiches—the best by far—
    And water brought in old fruit jars
    We spread out on a big flat rock
    And make up grown-up dinner talk,
    While overhead a wild bird sings
    Above our palace fit for kings.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Shauna Mooney