#runners
They meet at the park at the crack of Dawn
A crowd of keep fitters ready to run
It may be a joy to those who are there
But it’s not everyone’s idea of fun
They limber up with a cup of coffee
And a few stretches to start the day
Up and about at Sparrow ****
They will soon be on their merry way
As they gather in a reasonable line
Someone blows a whistle and off they go
Charging way into the early morning mist
Just like a rivers flow
A wise old Owl sat up in a tree
Watches intently as they go running by
I bet he thinks to himself
O why O why O why
A passing magpies lets it be known
That he will follow along
A hidden in the bushes nearby
A Robin lets out a song
Those overweight don’t last too long
And soon begin to walk
The others go about their merry way
As they continue to run and talk
It takes about an hour
To reach the end of the run
Believe it or not this is what is called
Early morning fun
But it’s mostly groans and coughs you hear
As they amble back to the car park
Never again I hear people say
Hear, Hear” says some bright spark
I think I will stick to my early morning walk
Less energetic and painful in the end
And enjoy the company of my little Sparrow
My early morning friend.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 4:12 AM UTC
When I run, I run with speed
In which becomes a gentle breeze
Soaring though the asphalt heat
Opposing wind blanketing
Speeding down a blistering street
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Two runners meet;
The lonesome path
On which they both do tread
Is shadowed by the maple trees
Which guide them in their stead.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Don't leave me
biting the dust
as you speed away.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
The dark silence loomed around us
Like a knife ready to fall
We feared our blood being spilled around us all
When the first scream errupted I was ready to run
But the dark all around us made me stumble and fall
When we realized he died, we all sprinted in fright and
hoped that we all got out alive.
Running forever in chaotic silence
Trying too hard to keep surviving
Screams all around me cut through like spears
Swiftly dead bodies were falling from spheres.
These spheres were like slicing bullets
they were, like enclosing traps with goo and gore.
Running forever in chaotic silence
Trying too hard to keep surviving
We followed the underground path,
until we spotted a metallic ladder
Climbing and climbing, the screeching growing louder,
We opened the lid and climbed out of the sewer.
Blinding light hit us like searing pain,
and blinded us all though we thought we might be safe again.
Some more screams errupting, as dead bodies fall, we quickly
clmbed out of our imprisoned hall.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
They run and run and run
It seems, with little time to feel the sun
And yet, what they have begun
Is something that can easily be undone.
Dodging the trees here and there
They run through this thick and heavy air.
An end to this overgrown forest do they give silent prayer
But little do they know that they’re on the path to despair.
They hide from the sun’s bright
For they know not of its delight,
And instead they run to the darkness on the right
Thinking they will find some light.
However, their path is crooked and steep
As they run through the forest deep.
They are like lost sheep
Not realizing they need to awake from their sleep.
They see others running passed the trees
Dodging them with ease.
They wonder what makes the others so pleased
To be running through this breeze.
The others also fall down,
But they get back up and help those around.
While they run through darkness abound,
The others run through bright clearings round.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC