Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Poetry...

...is not really my forte. and yet i have an urge to post this one. i don't know if its very good. so don't judge me too harshly. I like it now, but its new and as they say everyone thinks their newborn baby is beautiful. there's no title. emily dickinson style i guess ;)

Run to the Mountains--
a cry to the winds
of Strength,
Endurance, the will to
Win.

Thud Thud
Lub Dub
a pounding on the pavement,
an echo to the
Soul.

Steps to yards,
yards to miles
and still the Mountains
float in the
Distance:

Never closer, yet
ever nearer.
A race to the Mountains--

A Journey we've begun,
a race to be won.

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