Running from the Plains of Africa

by Tony Dickensheets

 Walking in the park 
early on a Sunday morning;
the sun just beginning its ascent
all is quiet but for the songbirds.
Then a long line of high school runners
preparing for the upcoming season
glide gracefully by me;
youth emanating from their every stride
as they churn up the dirt and cinder.
 A coach riding on his bike
exhorting them to finish strong;
to build muscle memory
for use in a later race.
Cross country running,
one of man’s purest of sports
harkening back to the plains of Africa
running to survive,
running to eat,
running to love.
The kids finished their run,
enjoying the fresh breeze
under a large shade tree;
a modern twist to an ancient rite.  

Categories: Poet's Corner


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