Erskine Falls (by Peter Elliott)

Poem 23 of 27 in "Be Meditated"

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Travelling north from Lorne
We turn off to the right
Down a sometimes-steep surfaced track.

Already we thrill to the magic
Of the tall straight welcoming trees.

Arriving at the bottom
We leave the car
And follow the path
Descending rapidly
Into a verdant paradise
Another world.

Down, down, down the stairs
To the river bed
With its random rocks
And logs covered in moss
Here and there a healing tree-fern

While to the left
The water falls gently
Tumbling from ledge to ledge
In its thirty-eight metre drop.

We don't stay long
Just long enough to re-establish
Our links with this spot.
Then it's panting up the steep incline
And back into the car
And on the road again
Back down to summer January
Over-populated Lorne.

Only a few minutes down in that river bed
But the next day
Back in Melbourne
I found myself lying on my bed
Still esconced in a state of fulfillment
Not wanting to do anything
But savour slowly
The memory
Of that experience.

---(Peter Elliott)---

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