Another poem I wrote at 16. The last section I changed from the original, the rest is the same.
Push-ups,
Sit-ups,
Sensible eating,
Living for the run.
It’s her life,
Her one love.
She runs the roads,
And the fields.
Up and down hills,
Through the mud,
Along the beach,
Across the streets
And through the village.
It doesn’t matter to her,
As long as she’s
Running fast, running free.
The 5k is easy,
The 10 is getting harder,
But then,
All her strength is
Put to the test.
Her life will end,
If this one’s lost.
She runs harder,
Pushing herself,
Thinking of home,
And the sea.
“At last” she cries
“Running fast, running free.”
The miles disappear,
As her feet pound the ground,
Forever moving, never still.
It’s in her blood,
A constant, she cannot stop.
Wild like a horse,
Flying like a bird.
Always on the move,
Running Fast.
Running Free.
Charging headlong into the week.
Jen 🙂
Great! Loved the pushups part.
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The first line? Interesting, 😉
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The whole exercising bits! The 10K and 5K too.
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You must be nutty! Ah, but then you are a Professor, so it all makes sense.
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Have I redefined how you think of a professor?
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No, just you.
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Rats!
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🙂
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