Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Getting these feet moving.


Getting these feet moving.



Spritely was that spirit,
to get me moving on again.
I sprinted into my overdrive,
until I felt the spots of rain.

Hiding 'neath the mighty Oak,
I had a while to breathe.
Let my feet rest from toil,
before I set out trudging leaves.

Rolling on mile after mile,
a force amidst natures glory.
Striding like a man possessed,
to walk and create a noble story.

As the wind, I raced ahead,
to be the warrior of peace.
Sharing company over many days,
and finding love to ever increase.