how the green grass grows
near the rocks
by the railroad tracks.
there,
where barrels rust,
tires rot,
ties pile,
wire unspools,
trash of a rushing world rests last,
where the fringe disintergrates,
the unhemmed fabric unravels,
concrete walls crumble
notice
how the green grass grows
near the rocks
by the railroad tracks.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 