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Thursday, March 17, 2011

1100 Miles in 2011 - Run 12

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.


3 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. I did three laps of the route thus the three repetitious verses.

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  3. you should re-write the poem but switch the vowels around each stanza. chully, dill, grey/chelly, dill, gruy, etc.

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