Very poignant. That's how I'd like to go in my garden.
What a beautiful poem! I can't think of a better way to go.
I liked this very much, too!
Maybe I'm misreading it - I'd assumed he'd topped himself, with all the flammable things from the shed.
No - you're all right, she says he dies naturally. And there was me imagining some kind of Guy Fawkes conflagration!
What lovely comments. Thank you.EB - thanks for letting me know they were here -- ver much appreciated!
A beautiful poem - and what a lovely way for a gardener to go!
Interesting poem. I like that the old man sat on his compost pile. Becca
Where are you? You haven't posted in two weeks? I Hope everything is ok.
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