Trees made a fence around him, and he knew the changing of the seasons by the hues on the bark and the rushing of the sap through the covered roots.
CIRCUMSTANCE: a child in the Jarvis hills
Dylan Thomas, 'The Tree,' from Adventures In The Skin Trade, New Directions, 1964, p.63.
But the winds of Wales blew at the curtains, and crickets made a noise in the untidy plot under the windows ... He crept out of bed and tiptoed to the door. The rocking horse bounded forward on its springs, startling the child into a noiseless scamper back to bed. The child looked at the horse and the horse was quiet...
CIRCUMSTANCE: a child wakes up in the Jarvis hills
Dylan Thomas, 'The Tree,' from Adventures in the Skin Trade, New Directions, 1964, p.64.
I pray to that tree.
The wire snapped.
The child was pointing over the glasshouse flowers to the tree that, alone of all the trees in the garden, had no sign of snow.
An elder, said the gardener, but the child stood up from his box and shouted so loud that the unmended rake fell with a clatter on the floor.
The first tree. The first tree you told me of. In the beginning was the tree, you said. I heard you, the child shouted.
Dylan Thomas, 'The Tree,' from Adventures in the Skin Trade, New Directions, 1964, p.66.
CIRCUMSTANCE: The gardener has told the child the story of the death of Christ on a tree.