by George A. Hancock
March Wednesday begins a March run We’re nearing that spring sun The first is meteorological spring It’s for record keeping we sing. The first quarter ends the last day 2023 is moving along so make way For a year filled with many things And those occasional rocky dings. More daylight is a welcome sight As we enjoy our running flight Warmer temps are always nice Sure beats Mother Nature’s ice. Each season here lasts just so long We moved on now with birdsong My morning run is kind of noisy Birds and critters joined my spree. And, March brings more folks out Walking near my running route March creates our spring trend As winter reaches its slow end. 70 Candles A new month with a birthday Arriving on the March 18th Day Is a big one for this road guy Celebrating it without a sigh. Runners never fear growing old Especially those running bold Running on in daily weather Holds our faculties together. I’ve reached my seventh decade Running daily minus the fade Slightly hobbled by the back A compressed nerve attack. Yes, 1953 was a good year Now at 70 and in road gear Running the seasonal weather And yet, mentally still together. No longer running the races At the faster or slower paces A fitness runner on the roads Enjoying my running episodes. So, with 70 candles on the cake Have I made a sport mistake? Nah, it’s also 50 years on the run Enjoying my daily running fun. March Songbirds March brings back the songbirds Warbling morning tunes and words My morning run has more sound As this running guy trots around. These birds begin right before dawn While flying right above my lawn Seeking food and other tasty things Creating a cascade of merry sings. Now, running along a local road One hears this singing episode Quiet no more and I enjoy it Birdsong for me is a great fit. Bird song happens all day long So many voices warbling strong While flying all around me During my morning road spree. Occasionally, I hear turkey gobble Early on my dark run as I hobble Perhaps, they react to my light Or foot sound on my road flight. On An Early Spring Although our winter was mild A few days did get kind of wild Remember our Christmas was cold Brutally cold, icing every single mold. Recently, our winters feature spins Or freeze-thaw biting our shins Cold, warm, cold warm, then snow Featuring that slippery road show. So, happiness is an early spring Even though Phil’s word sting I love dry winter-free roads During my early run episodes. Warmer temps and growing light Are a fabulous and welcome delight March transitions to our spring And across the road cheers ring. Now, morning runs are so great As we witness winter’s final fate Our March roads are again alive As spring begins her new drive. Editor’s Note: Congratulations, George, on your milestone 70th birthday! Here’s to many more miles.
Categories: Poet's Corner, Race Coverage
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