216 Exercise

Posted on February 9, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Because I’m nuts,
I find wierd exercise as I
walk the woods and look for
trees, bent over, dead, but
still standing
and I push them down
as they deserve.
I knock ’em over,
these bent and broken birch
for they have failed and should,
at least,
bequeath to other trees
their remains to enrich
some saplings circumference of life.
And so, I knock ’em over
and let ’em rot.

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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!
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