As From Behind Tree Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

As
From behind
tree and tree
the Muse played with me

such homely verse
as prose and talk
it was
without the pin-point
laws of style and
principles


from tree
to tree
ran I
and
on each time
a new thing learnt
from my mistake.

Till
that I learnt
by experience - not
by rote
But of all took note
inside my Inner Soul.

And thus
this cunning nymph of Muse
thought me without
the need of classes
to be Poet-Seer