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Atomic Garden by Annabel Sheila Tuesday, April 05, 2011 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan Is this gardening of the future???
Welcome to my atomic garden… Not many visitors here. Sit right down and have a plum And lend to me your ear! See how tall the plumb tree grew? Plutonium rich the soil! And you won’t find a single weed With nuclear there’s no toil. Note the size of the ripened fruit Have you ever seen such bounty? You’ll find fruit trees just like mine Throughout contamination county! The radiation won’t harm you, At least that’s what they say, Cause nuclear power plant meltdowns Happen nearly every day! It’s kind of like a Shangri-La No one will ever age! Gardens like mine are the future For atomic energy’s the rage! © Annabel Sheila
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Reviewed by Patrick Granfors	5/4/2011

A cynic's delight! Patrick




Reviewed by Joyce Bell	4/7/2011

WHAT WON'T KILL US...WILL HAVE TO CURE US!(SMILE) WELL DONE, ANNABEL, GREAT IMAGERY AND FULL OF TRUTH. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS




Reviewed by Daniel Keith	4/7/2011

Well written Annabel. I have to agree with Felix, what have we done. I can't imagine what things will be like when my grandchildren are grown. May God bless you every day of your life. Daniel




Reviewed by Felix Perry	4/7/2011

Although I know this is written sort of tongue in cheek, it is sooo scary what our world is coming too and the path world leaders seem so eager to follow. I feel sometimes like I am an old man and it doesn't really matter anymore but then I look at my little grand children and think God...what have we done. fee




Reviewed by Gene Williamson	4/5/2011

Annabel, you have skillfully crafted words for our time, as we crawl into the mysterious and often disturbing tomorrow. -gene.




Reviewed by D. Vaineo	4/5/2011

Annabel, Love the sarcasm! In the 60's many people were against atomic energy...looks like we are heading that way again. Always, Deborah




Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks	4/5/2011

Oh boy. Here the garden's name is no longer Eden. Great write.




Reviewed by D Johnson	4/5/2011

Did I detect a bit of cynicism in your poem, or was it just me? Cheers, Dan




Reviewed by Richard King	4/5/2011

Anna, this certainly gives us some "food for thought" which is what we all strive for, isn't it? Nicely done, Thanks Dick




Reviewed by Christine Tsen	4/5/2011

Bravely explores a compelling topic ~ I'm a fan of organic farming and this is well-crafted and rich in food for thought Anna! Blessings, Christine




Reviewed by Mark Lichterman	4/5/2011

Sad thoughts for the imaginary, but frightful possible future. I cannot even begin to think of how the people of Japan are coping with this tragedy .Great thoughtful poem, Anna. Your friend, Mark




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)	4/5/2011

Hah! You can never tell. What at first doesn't kill you may surprise you in the end. I would like to have a crystal ball that would show the world (earth) five hundred years from this moment. Liked this poem, Anna.