Green leaves fluttering in the wind
Surrounding me all around
Block out the noise
Of my parents
3000 miles apart
Talking on the old telephone
Planning to move
Across the vast blue sea
In my favourite place
Where I can leave this world
for thousands more
Through novels of covers
Green, black and blue
I lay down
Carefully
Back on the branch
Of the old poplar tree
That I hid behind
Whose shade I slept in
When I was six
From which I swung
When I was eight
Out of which I fell
When I was ten
Where I saw my first bear
When I was twelve
Now I am fourteen
And I lay back on the branches
Take out my book
Travel to worlds filled with magic
And heroes
Who always save the day
And are back at home
In time for tea
My face patterned by sunlight
My fingers falling into place
On the well worn
Golden edged pages
Of my favourite book
While the fluttering leaves
Hide me from below
I forget reality
In the old poplar tree