AUTHOR’S CORNER: Stay Away From My Tree House a Poem by Abbie Johnson Taylor

Hello campbellsworld visitors.
Campbell and I are glad you’ve stopped by the Author’s Corner this afternoon.

As you probably know April is Poetry Month.

So, in honor of Poetry Month I’ve chosen the following poem by, author Abbie Johnson Taylor.

Have a look at this heartfelt poem.

Then, when you’ve finished enjoying it keep reading to find out how to enjoy all of Abbie’s work.

Thanks for stopping by and come again very soon.

Stay Away from My Tree House
by Abbie Johnson Taylor

Last year, a day care center opened next door to me. One day, I overheard one or two children admiring, from afar, the tree house in my back yard. The following poem was inspired by one of those “what if” moments I get as a writer.
What if one of those kids sneaked into my yard, climbed my tree, then fell? What if I wasn’t home, and the child lay injured on the ground for hours before help arrived? What if his parents sued me? The tree house has since been taken down due to concerns about the tree’s stability.
This poem was published in Mingled Voices 2, an anthology produced by Proverse Poetry of Hong Kong. You can click the link below to hear me read it.

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STAY AWAY FROM My TREE HOUSE

Little one, it looks inviting, doesn’t it,
a house nestled in an old oak tree?
It’s far from homey.

It came with this house I bought ten years ago.
I don’t know how long it’s been there,
wooden ladder rickety, perhaps unstable.

If you manage to get to the top,
who knows if the structure would bear weight?
Like the cradled baby in the treetop,
you and the house could tumble down, down, down,
land on the ground all broken.

The ambulance would take you away.
Wearing a body cast from head to toe,
you’d spend weeks, months in the hospital.
Unable to do anything
but lie there and watch television,
you’d long to be outside with your friends.
Dora the Explorer would get old after a while.

Your parents would sue me.
I’d have to sell my house
in order to pay your hospital bill,
move to a senior apartment complex,
where I could no longer enjoy my own back yard,

so you’d better not climb into my tree house
if you know what’s good for both of us.

More on Abbie Johnson Taylor…

Announcing a new nonfiction book:

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds (Copyright July 2016 / 275 pages in the print edition)
by Abbie Johnson Taylor

In September of 2005, Abbie Johnson, visually impaired, married Bill Taylor, 19 years her senior and blind. Three months later, he suffered the first of two strokes that confined him to a wheelchair. Using prose and poetry, the author tells the story of how she met, married, and then cared for Bill for six years, detailing both happy and sad times. My Ideal Partner is for sale in e-book ($3.99) and print ($11.95) from Amazon, CreateSpace, and Smashwords. More details and buying links are on the author’s website: http://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com/

Abbie Johnson Taylor lives in Sheridan, Wyoming, where she writes full time. She is the author of three other published books: a romance novel and two volumes of poetry.

My Ideal Partner was edited and produced by David and Leonore Dvorkin, of Denver, Colorado. For details of their services, please see http://www.dvorkin.com/epubhelp/

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2 Responses to AUTHOR’S CORNER: Stay Away From My Tree House a Poem by Abbie Johnson Taylor

  1. Thank you, Patty, for including this in your author’s corner column.

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