Chilly dull and gray, the quiet not quite silence broken by a still wind in still dead trees full of spring birds remembering how to sing. Another beat, a steady cadence of pounding feet and a slowly quickening flow of blood from head to legs clears all thoughts to a mindless numb. right, left, left, left, right, left, right, left, left
Chilly dull and gray, the quiet not quite silence broken by a still wind in still dead trees full of spring birds remembering how to sing and a steady cadence of pounding feet, beating heart to flow of blood from head to legs clears all thoughts to a mindless numb. left, left, left, right, left, right, left, left
Chilly dull and gray, the quiet not quite silence broken by a still wind in still dead trees full of spring birds remembering how to sing and a steady cadence of pounding feet, beating heart to flow of blood from head to legs clears all thoughts to a mindless numb. left, left, left, right, left, right, left, left, right
Chilly dull and gray, the quiet not quite silence broken by a still wind in still dead trees full of spring birds remembering how to sing.
What does that mean? It means I've gone coo-coo. Gold star.
Gold Star? I thought you had to go at least three miles or so for that. Nice poem...you must really love this running stuff.
ReplyDeleteI did three laps of the route thus the three repetitious verses.
ReplyDeleteyou should re-write the poem but switch the vowels around each stanza. chully, dill, grey/chelly, dill, gruy, etc.
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