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This poem is copyright 1995
ERSKINE FALLS REMEMBERED (21Apr95 3.57am, Melbourne, Australia) In the car It is not far To the Erskine Falls just north of Lorne The track is steep - But to that gorge deep Each time I'm near to these falls I'm drawn The trees grow straight As they welcoming wait While past them we slowly drive Then the stairs we descend To our journey's end To a place that is Oh so alive Logs covered in moss On rocks we can cross The stream where it bubbles along While to the left side A tumbling tide Sings a calm and a meditative song In the moist air Tree ferns are found there And safe pools where no-one can drown But we don't stay there long Half an hour and we're gone Back down to the holiday town Next day back at home On my bed, quite alone, My mind is being pulled away To that paradise green And that water so clean In the gorge where we went yesterday I live in the city - Perhaps it's a pity - To go to country's a treat But if life in the town Is getting me down My thoughts to this spot can retreat Grateful that such a place can be And just two to three hours drive for me ------------(Peter Elliott)-------Return to "The Circus" Index Page -(Originally published in "Salvaged from Coreys" Volume 1 Issue 3)