You can see the path,
the route the deer took,
if only you look.
The soil is pressed,
leaves are flat,
twigs are broken.
The little brown pebbles
they leave as tokens
in white snow,
in green grass,
in orange heat,
in russet leaves.
You can see the path,
if you only look.
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 