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A Magical Trip to The Garden of Eden

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
I find myself in a field of clover.

The stars above illuminate the land.
But the air has an unfamiliar stench.
I find myself barely able to breathe.
And my muscles spasmodically wrench.

There, in the distance I see a great shape.
I want to run, but frozen with fear, I hesitate.
Tyrannosaurus Rex moves, shaking the ground.
I see dinosaurs all around. Oh, God! What fate waits?

Suddenly ten raptors run through the clover.
Hunting together they smell my scent.
Three magic rocks in my hand, rolling over and over.
Please help! To another place and time I must be sent.

Because the air that I gasp has the essence of methane,
How will I breathe on the earth in this state?
Had I arrived before our planet was ready?
No man could survive this; would my life abate?

Gasping, and hiding, with three magic rocks,
I began rolling them over and over and over again.
My head in a spin was whirled as the wind. There, in grayness.
I heard “When you’re acclimated, adventure will begin!”

Alas, fresh air. I while floating somewhere was grasping.
It was a peaceful place and being there, I was free from fright.
Then, I was wisped off again, to a paradise where God was.
Jehovah and Adam in the Garden of Eden. Oh, glorious sight.

I felt like a girl in wonderland,
Where answers to dreams had come true.
God was forming and showing; Adam gave names.
There, in stillness, I watched those two.

All creatures big and small, including the ravenous raptors,
Adam and God, together, working in the Garden,
My happy day had only begun. I saw it all.
God taught Adam: living, using, and replenishing, to make earth a haven.

I asked God, “Is the Garden of Eden an enclosed environment?”
Methane almost took my life away, today, in the dinosaur’s den.
“Yes. Oxygen is in the Garden, and there, Adam and Eve will survive.
Earth atmosphere beyond the garden must mature and amend.

“Human life is not yet possible on the outside of the Garden.”
God formed all living things from genetic dust created on Day 3 and Day 5.
Light and logic started flashing through my head as bright as neon.
Planet Earth changes creature by creature for eons; when, each can survive.

Oh magic rock, a gift from God, within my hand,
Thank you for taking me to where life was born.
To see creation first hand and to finally understand that
Magnificent creations, God’s genetic strands, were AFTER Day 7 FORMED.

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over.
A trip through time left the beautiful Garden of Eden behind, far behind
And I return, alas, back to the year 2009, to my own field of clover.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen November 9, 2009
Written for entry in Poetrysoup Member Contest “A Magical Journey”

A Magical Trip to The Garden of Eden


Joined June 2009

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This Chilling adventure takes place after magical stones transported me to the age of dinosaurs and raptors where horrific terror is avoided by being wisped away through time and space to The Garden of Eden, where Adam and God are working. I had the opportunity to ask God a few questions about creation. the answers are amazing! This story-poem will entertain your imagination and load your thinking cap up with new ideas!

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