Do you have a memory of your very own tree house? Perhaps you have one in your back yard now? These cute structures have always held a fascination for me even though I didn't actually have a tree house myself probably because we didn't have a suitable tree in our garden. I did have a terrific cubby house (under our house) and a wonderful "Indian" tent which afforded the kids in my neighbourhood tons of fun. If you want to read a terrific Australian book about a cubby house try to find Junk Castle by Robin Klein.
Here is a poem to get this topic off to a good start and then I have put a few covers of picture books and junior novels which feature tree houses recently collected by my friend from Kinderbookswitheverything.
A tree house, a tree house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all—
Let’s go live in a tree house.
Tree House by Shel Silverstein from the poetry book Sing a Song of Popcorn.
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