Whispers from the Treehouse
The ladder creaks and gently sways
as it always did when I was little
I climb inside my childhood den
So much smaller now than I remember
The wooden bench in the corner
where we sat playing snap with dogeared cards,
got lost in our favourite comics
and held endless domino tournaments
I trace the letters of my name
carved carefully into the window frame
as I sat watching squirrels and birds
patiently for hours from my secret spot
Indoor picnics as the rained poured
Scaring each other with spooky stories
Drawing maps for long lost treasure
Memories hide in every corner
Walking back down the narrow lane
where I have rode my bike a thousand times
I am sure I hear a whisper
asking me to visit again one day
as it always did when I was little
I climb inside my childhood den
So much smaller now than I remember
The wooden bench in the corner
where we sat playing snap with dogeared cards,
got lost in our favourite comics
and held endless domino tournaments
I trace the letters of my name
carved carefully into the window frame
as I sat watching squirrels and birds
patiently for hours from my secret spot
Indoor picnics as the rained poured
Scaring each other with spooky stories
Drawing maps for long lost treasure
Memories hide in every corner
Walking back down the narrow lane
where I have rode my bike a thousand times
I am sure I hear a whisper
asking me to visit again one day
This poem is copyright (©) Julie Anna Douglas 2026
About the Writer
Julie Anna Douglas
Julie has been writing poems for as long as she can remember and many of them have found homes is beautiful magazines like The Caterpillar, Ladybug and Spider and in poetry collections by The Emma Press and MacMillan Publishing. She particularly enjoys combining poetry and art in workshops for children and her first poetry collection 'Painting Poems' illustrated by Jools Wilson is full of colourful poetry and creative ideas. Her next book is full of poetry maps and will be out soon!
