Images Taken by fellow naturalist and hiker, Maribeth Morehart.
A Man Named Kenne
My name is a conversation starter,
Kenne with an “e”, not a “y”.
Why?
I’m not a Kenneth,
named after
my great-grandmother,
Kenne was her maiden name.
You can call me Ken,
some even call me Keene,
(Word spellcheck corrects to Keene)
but I go by Kenne —
fate put a star by my name
by naming me Kenne.
Kenne
(The name continues to be passed on — four generations, now.)
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I can’t get over the variety of views you have out there!! Each one calls for a pause and deep breath.
As always, thanks you.
Kenne, what ever your called you submit some very beautiful work for us all to enjoy !! 🙂
Thank you!
Everything is in the name. Great post.:)
-Jennifer
. . . you said it! Thanks.