Cross-Country
Two, non-rhyming running poems...
Flight
Sometimes, When I'm running,
I feel like I'm flying.
I feel I can just leave the world behind me,
And just soar.
No foot-strike sounds.
I feel like I'm flying.
Some days...
...maybe I am...
Running
R
ace day comes
U
nder grey skies
N
ow is the moment
N
o backing down
I
nklikng of fear
N
othing more
G
one at the gun
Email: dragonsong12@hotmail.com