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