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)