at last
again the trumpets
of gathering geese
so early in dawn’s mist
so early in summer’s heat
already the stirrings
deep in the hearts,
“Come on!
Come on!
We’re going!
We’re gone!”
Early morning rehearsal
of the great tide perpetual,
rhythms, earth pulse,
“Come on!
Come on!
We’re going!
We’re gone!”
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 