557 Dandelions May4, 2015

Posted on March 21, 2016 by Ken Greenman

A lawn of lions, yellow, with teeth,
devouring what little grass is left.
I like them.
If my lawn wasn’t yellow,
it would be scrub and brown dirt.
The yellow will, eventually,
morph to jagged green leaves.
Let ’em.
A green lawn is a
green lawn!

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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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