Eden is the name of the granddaughter of the poem.
My granddaughter copies
With her watering-can
As I give drink to the poppies,
To the foxgloves,
To every plant in its basket,
To each climbing bean:
As a task, it
Is simple,
But she insists on sprinkling
Anywhere
Without an inkling
Of the sense or need
Of the plants,
And water gushes
(Inbetween pauses to look at ants)
Everywhere that has already
Been watered -
And nowhere thirsty is quenched:
It stays dry and granddaughtered
To death, while others drown and rot
At the ignorant spraying
By the tot.
The Earth
Is growing hot and cold
In all of the wrong places -
Because we are all 3hree-years-old.
Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2006-12-13 at 15:10
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The Garden Of Eden
At nearly 3hree,My granddaughter copies
With her watering-can
As I give drink to the poppies,
To the foxgloves,
To every plant in its basket,
To each climbing bean:
As a task, it
Is simple,
But she insists on sprinkling
Anywhere
Without an inkling
Of the sense or need
Of the plants,
And water gushes
(Inbetween pauses to look at ants)
Everywhere that has already
Been watered -
And nowhere thirsty is quenched:
It stays dry and granddaughtered
To death, while others drown and rot
At the ignorant spraying
By the tot.
The Earth
Is growing hot and cold
In all of the wrong places -
Because we are all 3hree-years-old.
Poetry by Mark J. Wood
Read 642 times
Written on 2006-12-13 at 15:10
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