One constant in a world of variables
- A man alone in the evening in his patch of vegetables,
and all the things he takes down with him there
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Not much but as much as any man can offer - time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever. beautiful thoughts. tony
We have come a long way in our fast changing lifestyle, still with our emotions and longings we are the child of Nature. Great poem to read. Congratulations.
A true suburban poem, let me cite this line of the poem: He stands there, lost in a green confusion, smelling the smoke of somebody's rubbish............terrible that must be, but that's like that for most suburbans, to daily work. Con gratulations with this accolade.
impressive writings /// wonderfully penned the last couplet Not much but as much as any man can offer - time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever. // great
Over the compost-box! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The images in this poem are rich and summon well for me the experience of being in a garden. The last two lines lift it from mere description to much more. in them i don't get ware though; i wonder if it's a typo and should be war. -GK
Such a wonderful poem by Donald Bruce Dawe.......................
The last line should be: - time, pain, love, hate, age, war, death, laughter, fever. ie. Not ware, but war.
That makes no sense the last line is listing what a man can offer, ware refers to the mans physical and mental ware
Yes. Good story. The lord approves