Greenberry was born in a barn, by the Lewis' old farmhouse off Smithfield Road, when the Lokhadi band of Comanches still roamed the pasture land of northeast Tarrant County. He came face to face with one of their scouts when he was 5 years old and after being made to eat a handful of dirt, he went home, cried, and wrote his first poem. Since then, he's watched the spires of suburbia slowly replace the pastureland. Greenberry occasionally avoids taking his kids to Sonic and playing tag with them under some of the last remaining native oak trees in the area. He lives with his family in a house that his neighbors affectionately call "the old house on the hill that doesn't have a fence around the yard".
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