Pocahontas Poem by gershon hepner
Pocahontas
If you want to build a mega-mansion,
try to spoil an area that’s exclusive,
it’s most American to flout expansion:
don’t hesitate because you are abusive
of other people’s problems with esthetics.
John Smith and all the Pilgrims never saved
environment, so cherish the kinetics
of those who love a world that can be paved.
Behind each tree we fell, a Pocahontas
is waiting to embrace the bold developer;
remove from rosy spectacles your jaundice:
construct a trophy house where you envelop her.
12/23/05
I read this twice to make it sink into my sodden brain tonight Gershon! shopping is over, thank the lord. Great take on The greenpeace struggle. We have an Indian Queen, near me. 10 from Tai wishing you a very merry chrimbo, and all the surprises you could wish for yourself.
LOL...The pilgrims mostly died...famine and pestilence. Then the Indians got wise and started in on 'em.
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4/25/2024 7:46:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Do I detect just a note of irony? ? ? Nice work, Gershon. I had to read it a couple of times to be sure. The writing as usual is clean and clear. However, you might find a comma useful right after 'Behind each tree we fell...' It might make the ending clearer for we grammar slaves. Mazeltov! Hugh