The Garden of Eden

THE GARDEN OF EDEN

A Poem in Iambic Pentametre
In Aboriginal Circular Thinking

By Izzy Sommers, MD


Instead of turning ‘round, Penelope
Continued walking in her bathing suit
Toward the beach she knew to be behind
Abandoned cottages on Lake Pierre,
Ontario, once held by Mississauga
Aboriginals before the Europeans
Swept the USA and Canada
Obsessively-compulsively,
Just like the Spaniards and the Portuguese
Cleaned Mexico and south to Argentina,
Chile and Brazil, while hardly integrating
Or assimilating cultures
Far superior to theirs in terms
Of happiness and inner peace, the masonry
And architecture, agriculture
And the happiness of families with
Great art and sculpture with a moral ethic
Aimed at worshipping, respecting and
Preserving nature and each other, eh?

Just few could see the inspiration and
The way that aboriginals survive,
Enjoy their families and stay alive.

Penelope met Quidashay and jived
The way the aboriginals contrived
To sing and dance the night away, today.
Tomorrow they will greet the sun and play
And propagate like animals, they say,
As natural as God would have his way.


The End and the Beginning

© Izzy Sommers, MD
Welland, Canada
May 27, 2009
Or Anytime and Place