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The Warm sun on an October afternoon Rays Staving off the inevitable The crunch of leaves underfoot Lungs full of delicious dry air The woods beckon A reprieve from the sun Leaves rustle as squirrels flee What have I done To make them scared of me? The trails, so empty and peaceful Focus on the rhythm of the run Tired? Not on this day Sense of time long since lost Nature has mesmerized me And there's no place I'd rather be Alas it is getting late Helios has thrown his cloak upon the woods Finally, fatigue Footsteps abate The woods of Vermont are where my tired bones rest.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
On Eve
The Warm sun on an October afternoon Rays Staving off the inevitable The crunch of leaves underfoot Lungs full of delicious dry air The woods beckon A reprieve from the sun Leaves rustle as squirrels flee What have I done To make them scared of me? The trails, so empty and peaceful Focus on the rhythm of the run Tired? Not on this day Sense of time long since lost Nature has mesmerized me And there's no place I'd rather be Alas it is getting late Helios has thrown his cloak upon the woods Finally, fatigue Footsteps abate The woods of Vermont are where my tired bones rest.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
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