This place reminds me
of the Baobab Tree
splendid guardian of Ganeshpuri -
ashram to the souls of travellers
seekers of solace
eager for enlightenment
This place reminds me
of my Baobab Tree
where once I sat
beneath her branches
a watcher standing on a hill
she had called me -
Taken me from the shackles of darkness -
wrapped me with a light of gold
spoke to me in whispers
shaded me from ghouls and ghosties
comforted and caressed me -
This place, where the Old Church
stands sentry to the changeling sea
where the Scottish Crown jewels
were safely hid from Cromwell's men -
this place is my Baobab Tree
And once more
I am safe in your arms
19 September 2008
(in memory of my father on what would have been his 89th birthday)
Penny Hemans
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-the-baobab-tree/
