Our Secret Place

By Dawn E. McCormick

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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.

    Illustrated by Shauna Mooney