your arms held out in greeting
as though you had been anticipating my return.
how safe i felt cradled in your branches
all those years ago,
when climbing 10 feet off the ground
felt like i had scaled mount everest.
you were my hiding place, a refuge and fortress,
a castle, from which i surveyed my kingdom, and
the crow's nest of a sea-tossed pirate ship,
my very own swiss family robinson treehouse, and
a trusted confidant to whom i whispered secrets
dearest old friend...give me a hug
-stacy wills (6/13/2011)