847 God of the Back Yard 7-21-19

I’m not a “nature poet”,
writing poems of green forests,
deep and ominous
or
mighty river currents
carving canyons through the centuries.

I am a poet of back yards,
surrounded by neighbors
whose squabbles and bar-ba-ques
are woven into my world.

Still,
I find I cannot stroll
across my property for a
back-fense-chat with Chuck and Sally
without I catch
God
winking at me from beneath the crabgrass
growing on my lawn.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... 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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