Rising from the house that faced the Jarvis hills in the long distance, there was a tower for the day-birds to build in and for the owls to fly around at night. From the village the light in the tower window shone like a glow-worm through the panes; but the room under the sparrows' nests was rarely lit; webs were spun over its unwashed ceilings; it stared over twenty miles of the up-and-down county, and the corners kept their secrets where there were claw marks in the dust.
The child knew the house from roof to cellar; he knew the irregular lawns and the gardener's shed where flowers burst out of their jars; but he could not find the key that opened the door of the tower.
The house changed to his moods, and a lawn was the sea or the shore or the sky or whatever he wished it. When a lawn was a sad mile of water, and he was sailing on a broken flower down the waves, the gardener would come out of his shed near the island of bushes. He too would take a stalk, and sail. Straddling a garden broom, he would fly wherever the child wished. He knew every story from the beginning of the world.
'In the beginning,' he would say, 'there was a tree.'
'What kind of a tree?'
'The tree where that blackbird's whistling.'
'A hawk, a hawk,' cried the child.
The gardener would look up at the tree, seeing a monstrous hawk perched on a bough or an eagle swinging in the wind.
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Publication information: Book title: A Prospect of the Sea:And Other Stories and Prose Writings. Contributors: Dylan Thomas - Author, Daniel Jones - Editor. Publisher: Dent. Place of publication: London. Publication year: 1955. Page number: 42.
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