Now that's the question people like us must ask and answer to ensure that we don't leave a dead earth
when we pass the baton to our kids.
The tulips poked up through the dead earth
not unlike the tulips stitched into the decorative quilt that hung above the hospital bed where I gave birth.
And he describes the county as "a picture of dead earth
in green and grey", although he was upbeat about his time there.
"He wants hell on Earth, not a dead Earth
. Let's leave Armageddon to Him Below and Him Above, Devil help me for mentioning His Name."