Where do you like to hide?
Is there a special place where you like to get away from it all?
Do you bring a book, or a notebook and pen?
When I was a girl we had a wooden climbing frame in our back garden – it had a special platform – like a tree house – and I loved dragging cushions and rugs up there and making my own hidey hole. I’d bring a book and stay there all afternoon in the summer.
I wrote a tree house poem inspired by this:
Tree House by Sarah Webb
High up in a leafy tree
Shaded from all company,
Is the place I love to be,
Hiding in my tree house.
Happy is sky
And happy is free,
Happy is reading
High up in my tree.
Now design your own special tree house and write a poem or a story about it. You can draw it too!
