A TREE HOUSE --- Poem

Margie, Michael, and Miguel
Started their stories to tell,
It was all about home stuff
And none thought it rough.

My tree house is great,
My dad built from a crate,
I had lots of fun,
Just like everyone!

A tree house?
Is it for mouse?
Is it for a bird?
Or, am I absurd??

Go on your back yard green!
Use scrap, as you have seen!
We don’t know what y’a mean,
We can only go to the screen.

Do you live in a jail?
Or are you a snail?
I live on a block,
With no tree or rock.

Me too, on a block,
The door we must lock,
We only come to school,
We don’t have pool.

And, equal we all are,
We could really go far,
If we could buy a car.

by DFF Leonardo