Summer
This poem reminds me summer 05. Durring this summer, I had just moved to Atlanta and everyone in the neiborhood was working on this one tree house. The tree house was in the yard across from my house. That whole summer all we did was work on that tree house. We put so much time into it and alot of hardwork, too. We would try to make the floor of the tree house then lift it up and secure it in the projected tree. The floor would never fit in the tree, so then we decided to work on the roof and pstpone the floor till later. We aquired roof tile scraps from the house that was being built two houses down from mine. Then we nailed them to to sheets of plywood. When we tried to lift the roof into the tree it did not fit. After that, everyone was so frustrated thatwe nver worked on the tree house again that summer. This poem reminde me of this memory because of the lines ” When the purpose on knees was to be skinned;”. This remineded me of the tree house memory because we worked so hard on that tree house. We skinned our knees, brused our legs, and scraped our hand when building that tree house. This poem reminded me of summer 05, the summer of the tree house.
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