An Afternoon With Ts Elliott
An Afternoon with T. S. Elliott
As I lay on the verdant grass at college
under the Myrtle tree
I am bathed and entranced by the dancing-dappled light
That flickers above me through warm patchy autumn skies
And diamonds of light that sparkle on yellow green finger shaped leaves-
Autumn’s warmth softly caresses my uncovered feet
It encourages me to slumber – until my gaze is mesmerized at
Two courting grey and pink Galahs perched in the branches above me
As they caress each other-
And above my head-even higher
Two yellow/green/blue parrots playfully peck and groom
Amidst a myriad of other bird calls
From other birds that are hidden to my eyes-
Then suddenly - I glimpse them - darting here and there playing
Catch-me-if-you-can - amidst the dappled rippling light that falls on
Grey-brown branches
I pause and ponder for a moment; I should be writing my assignment on T. S. Elliott; I think upon one of his lines...
" Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree!" T.S. Elliott
At last I hear God’s inviting voice; muted sounds on the wind- is this-
His voice-of Love?
Brenda V Northeast c 30/03/05 (Re write- 20/1/2012)
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