Treehouse #2

My home had two tree-houses:
One my father made
The other we hid in the woods
Of branches that we laid.

At first it was a platform
Tied together with twine.
My brother and best friend used to climb
While on the ground I whined

When they left I used it
To climb that tree each day.
It was my favorite pastime
to feel that Cedar sway

My brother told me later
The reason he fears heights
Is the wind in lofty branches
Awaking some pretty strong frights