Day Thirteen: 13th April 2014

I build my world out of pea sticks,
Constructed just as I please,
Rising in unfathomable shapes,
Unafraid of the wolfy breeze.

I bed the pea sticks in the soil,
Tie them tight with twine,
Careless of the curious glance,
Knowing this world is mine.

I planted shoots by my pea sticks,
Tuck them deep in the soil,
With water and care they flourish and grow,
Climbing high, plucky and loyal.

Now sweet leaves wind up the pea sticks,
And I wait for a bud and a flower,
Colour and scent for my pea stick world,
My homemade pea stick bower.