Run

I
Run, run, run,
Pass the driveways of silver and pearls.
Run, run, run,
Past the yard of a neighbor's green...

I saw England,
I saw France,
Running, running,
In a trance.

I I
Run, run, run,
Down the hallway, up a stadium.
Run, run, run,
Racetracks and a 100-meter dash.

Pass the softball field of red and white,
Over hurdles, clear for flight.

I I I
Run, run ,run,
Past the avenue of broken dreams,
Along the corner of 19th and 1st.

Runner's cramp, anginal burn,
Rest and stop...

Run that turn !

I V
Run that foot trail, gravel and stone,
Beside the craggy cliff.
Run the wind until it's gone,
Dodging bushes, trees and twigs.

Slipping... scratches.

Falling... patches.

V
Run, run, run,
Back to mile # 1,
Pass the marathon racer's track.

Run the concrete pavement road,
Through the tempered swing-doors and back.

V I
Run, run, run,
Barefoot, shells and sand and sea.
Misty days,
Footprints washed away.

Run, run, run,
Forgotten with the sun.

V I I
Run, run, run,
And there was none,
But a beating heart,
Racing faster
Farther
Than I can run.






MGSMD"PT" 02-15

Nice write...

Gingerbread Man meets Forrest Gump meets Pansytilly and reminds me of Jamaican Shrimp. Let's eat!

You just made me hungry again...