In the Park by Zora Cross

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The eucalyptus tree upon the green,
Broad platter of the park is surely set
To decorate the day with dreams. And yet,
Sophisticated folk, in modern mien,
Idly against its pensive, grey bole lean,
Nor view the miracle, too often met,
Too seldom to be left with a regret,
Accepted but as part of a dull scene.
They haste to watch the tennis tournament,
While I, in awe, feel round about me pour
Aeons of days when, 'neath the noiseless drift
Of such lead-like, lone leaves, far time was spent...
Suddenly people, court, and park all lift
Into one vast leviathan dinosaur.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 22 August 1935

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of BiographyOld Qld Poetry

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