The Invisible Hideout

• Pym Cook, Grade 2
• Poetry
• 2017

Me and you in an invisible hideout
Me and you in an invisible hideout
Up up beneath the clouds in the treetops
We are going to our secret hideout.
No one knows it's there
No one knows it's secret
Me and you are invisible too.
We play games in the hideout and watch birds flying past
While noisy busy people walk below.
We can do whatever we want in our hideout
Just me and my brother
No one knows I'm there only my brother.