The Custodian

Rekha Ambegaokar posted under Poetry Tale-a-thlon S3: Poetry on 2023-08-21

The gnarled old tree stood watch over the ancient land. It had withstood many seasons of sun rain and winter chill. Generations of birds had sheltered in its strong, welcoming boughs. It watched as a bulldozer moved in to clear the ground. Its branches trembled till the earth beneath was covered with dewy leaves. “Stop!”, said a voice this is where I will build my tree house.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!