420 New York rain Aug. 6, 2011

Posted on March 8, 2016 by Ken Greenman

A rancher is Texas would sell his soul
for the rain drenching our New York lake.
The run-off alone would be cherished.
But profligate Nature never learned to balance.
She gives us her best along with Her worst,
but does not care which is blessing, which, curse.
So beware what you pray for, or on what game you bet.
If Nature is dealing, all pay the debt.

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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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