Poem - The Gardener

Taking our turn in the garden
We work with our hands
Sowing the seeds of our future
Making green white sands
Reaping the fruits of the past
Taking what was given
Will we remember our duty
And give what will be taken?
Struggling to preserve the soil
We slowly crowd together
Casting blame as we live
We seem to resent one another
Behaving as we've been taught
Do we care only for today?
Will we think of tomorrow?
Or close our eyes as we play?
What is beyond the horizon?
Do we truly understand?
We know the answer is coming
Will it be our wish? Or a command?

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maven101 6 years ago from Northern Arizona

Thumbs up for this questioning prose...In the end I certainly hope it is not a command...Thanks, Larry

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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Me too.... there are lot's of arguments out there about it all... I figure do the best you can with what you impact.

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