Aboriginal Peter
was a bird-like twitter
and an ant eater.
When air started to glitter
he was the first quitter
of social clutch- blunt and bitter.
Now with a guitar
stands tall civilized Peter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very amusing take on progress. I think using rhymes works well in this context. Perhaps there's an Aboriginal Peter in all of us! Tom Billsborough
Thanks Tom, for extraordinary remarks.