South 'Escher'ton Common

In Edmonton, there is a place

That used to be a field.

Where once stood crops, now people race

And stores have been revealed.

It saves us from the ‘Downtown’ crowd;

            The spinning, seething mob.

The commute long, the sirens loud,

            Where people weave and bob.

‘South Edmonton Common’ is its name,

            And it can cure your ills,

‘S for buying things of every fame,

            From basic through to ‘frills’.

But though it has a lot of stores

            In its quarter-section size,

It’s also known for something more -

            Its streets. I will apprise:

Straight streets? A few, I will admit,

            But mostly curved, you’ll find.

The unfamiliar driver sits,

            Or drives like one is blind.

With curves and twists to stupefy,

            And blocks and blocks contrived,

You’ll wish you were a bird, that flies,

            So you can sight. Then dive.

Though there’s beauty - bright, serene,

            With tons of treasures hid,

What truly needles me is this:

What’s wrong with a grid?!

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we three besought,

To try to make the week begin,

With gentle thoughts--perhaps a grin?

So Jenny and Delores, we,

Now post our poems for you to see.

And when you’ve read what we have brought,

Did we help? Or did we not . . .

And next week, from my friends, and me, 

Our Happiest Family Memory!