Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Running Poem

My shoes are on
My watch is set
I'm out the door
What a rush I get.

The air is cool
And the wind, it bites
But my heart is pumping
And my soul takes flight.

My thoughts will roam
My mind set free.
It's just my lungs, my legs
And me.

I push it hard
Come towards the end.
My muscles burn
But my will won't bend.

I finish strong
I finish fast.
Oh how I wish
This feeling would last.

Amanda Earles 2015

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