My Last Garden? (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on April 9, 2006

Imagine trying to keep a garden in Baghdad. The cost of war is too great except to the wildflowers who bloom anyway.

Ron

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on April 9, 2006

Excellent write. However, it seems that the world is, even little by little, turning more to love and care. Of course, this is hopeless optimistics talking...
Birgit and Roger

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

death & destruction are the very tools needed to promote their own demise ...as humanity continues to experience their onslaught, eventaully it will begin to evolve beyond them by the mere abhorrence of their actions ...

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

nicely done

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

Wonderful write..but then they all are. Good news you have posted.

Hugs, Trish

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

The whole worlds attitude continues to
turn only to hate I told them I understood and felt very sad about mankind

I find myself feeling this way more and more these days; and I sadly wonder how soon all of us will experience - our last garden.

But wonderful news about George, Tiger Lily!

Reviewed by Sherry Heim

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

Thanks for the news about George, Eileen and thank you for this beautiful poem that reminds us that the future is not for us to decide and that we should live each day in the light that is provided, searching for the beauty instead of being blindsided by the ugliness.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

Eileen,
I think we should listen to God's creatures more often. Humans seem to have a real problem with learning the most important lessons in life. We've somehow come to the point of 'we'll do it our way or no way', and I just can't help but believe that one day we are going to look around and it's going to be the 'no way' factor.
I always enjoy your work Eileen!

Lisa

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

Great offering with alot of insight!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

Insightful wisdom,sad too.
Love and best wishes always
from
kay.
p.s
I will now go ans read the news about George.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

I cannot understand how you can write so much Eileen; but I thank you for it. Love and peace from me,

Regis

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on April 7, 2006

Ah Eileen, I fear that someday what your lovely garden speaks of may come true, this is so perfectly expressed.

Reindeer

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on April 7, 2006

You see here! Nature is using your Muse as a conduit to get the message out. She does me the same way. Mother Nature is silent until we give her a voice. You did so in a very tender way.
Susan

Reviewed by Marjorie Coogle (Reader)

Reviewed on April 7, 2006

Thanks for reminding us we cannot quit. This is lovely.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on April 7, 2006

Eileen
You have a keen psychic and intuitive side to you...
All the signs and pointers are indicating a shortage of time left now...:)
The picture is amazing, and dovetails with the poem perfectly
Love
Peter