At The End Of It All, What Will Remain? Comments

You have painted a beautiful picture in my mind with this poem - very vivid. I love it. Can identify with the garden, as my oldest son is always planting things around the house. As for the destruction of our environment, forests, history, etc. for mundane things such as freeways, malls, parking garages - it irks me no end that humanity is destroying our beautiful world. Great poem. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn

You write like you care about the reader. If it's by design, you're a great writer of prose. If it comes naturally to you, then you're a gifted teller of stories and history. If it is both, then you're a great artist and a greater man. Greenwolfe 1962

At the end of it your beautiful poem will remain with its treasure chest of memories. One would hope it was revered and read with the same tenderness it was written. Rgds, Ivan

Masterly. The real stuff. How did I miss reading you before this?

You have proved even the weeds have a taste of their own thro' your poem. So nothing is a waste in this world.

Another great poem pondering the very questions that I have asked myself. And interlaced with beautiful garden images. You have made me hungry!

sometimes small things - like a simple little squash can help us to focus on what we are, what is our history and where we are going An excellent excellent poem from you...Pia

Very well written. yes the questions will remain, but lets enjoy this today! Preets

The fleeting feelings of nostalgia, happiness, and treasuring the memories we feel are the greatest gifts because of their ephemeral presence. Fantastic!

Memory is the gift we always hold in the landscapes of our mind.Praise for your nostalgic poem. Kind regards, Sandra

This is a picture perfect poem. Like a sad painting. Anjana

very lovely like a painting meaningfully disintigrating questions of stagnation

The air of inevitability, hangs throughout. The pictures show a true appreciation of what you have, and have had. The end is a warm summer breeze, blowing away the mists of regret. Brilliant. Danny

The endless question, but a lovely ending for the fruit of your labor. Deep thought. Patricia Gale