Beware bent, broken birches,
white skeletons on forest path
who could not, by either
strength or flex
survive wicked winter winds.
Beware grasping birch bones which
trip you along your way.
Fruitless to ponder
why that birch but not
this birch
fell.
Just step aside,
walk by,
unmolested by the dead.
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 