by George A. Hancock
Green is Keen Saturday begins April’s run Now beneath spring’s sun The sun plus April’s rain Steadily soaks our plane. The end result is rich green Creeping along our road scene My run view is spring green And this new growth is keen. My run in every direction Views this green perfection Mother Nature at her best Pleasing this running pest. The road shrubs grow nice Get outside is my advice Every trail or roadside run Displays April’s green fun. Even in some cooler weather We run past greening heather Our road scene is so alive As spring enters overdrive. On an Easter Run April 9 is Easter Sunday Kinda early but still OK A mild winter here again Helped our roadside spin. Folks love Easter minus snow We appreciate the spring glow Daily running is very easy When the winds are breezy. Some folks decorate outside Coloring my daily road ride Running by decorated trees Creates smiles on my sprees. I’m still not running very far A compressed nerve is bizarre Slow and steady is my goal As we wait a surgical tool. An Easter prayer on a run Often wishes for more sun That’s a grand Easter treat Pleasing the road athletes. April April begins on a Saturday As spring greens our way April’s weather gives birth To areas around our Earth. The color green is spread Creating a delightful bed Soon many colorful flowers Will highlight spring powers. Sure, some snow might fall But spring now stands tall The snow is short lived, gone Before your early morn yawn. We see life on any April run This growth aided by the sun Critters love spring’s season For food and other reasons. It’s April and rain will fall Soaking our roadside ball Dri-fit clothes always help Preventing that run yelp. Tree Debris I run by tree debris During every road spree Back running in the dark I hurdle over tree bark. I run with a good light Illuminating my road sight Thinner tree branches hide Catching me in early stride. In places, there’s dead trees Hundreds leaning towards me Strong winds bring then down Crashing and making me frown. Sometimes, trees block the road And I run around the broken load Traffic faces that tree roadblock Now stuck in a natural gridlock. I’ve heard and seen trees falling On the run it’s a strange calling Running aware helps my run Since tree debris is never fun.
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