Warning... Floss ramble.... and ode...
I have run... twice in the last week... Sunday, a walk/run. Today... a run...
Not far, not fast, maybe without style or grace, but run with joy and thankfulness.
A Masefield repeat.. with words changed to suit the day.
No apologies for posting this... and no need for replies, I just had to do it!
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Field Run
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I had to go down to the fields again, to the trails so hard and dry
And all I asked was, strong legs and the day to be soft and mild;
And the golden crop and the fallen ears and the green leaves shaking,
And not a single cloud in a clear blue sky, and a bright morn' breaking.
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I had to go down to the fields again, for the call of the running way,
Is a wild call and a clear call that sometimes, we have to obey;
And all I asked was, my feet landing light, and my breathing to be steady
And the long days of feeling so low, just hoping that I am ready.
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I had to go down to the fields again, to the running wild and free.
To the wild willow herb, and the dusty tracks, and the distant hills to see;
And all I asked was to do this run, for the feeling of being, just, me.
And take it slowly and soak up the day, seeing all that there is to see.
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I had to go down to my fields again, with harvesters, lumbering slow,
With the sunshine and the dry days, the crops are ready to go.
And all I asked was just to run, with the feeling of joy that I crave,
And the feeling that grows with every step, just washing over me.
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I had to go down to my fields again and my steps were gentle and slow.
My breathing easy and body in tune, the way was perfect, I know.
And all I ask is, I'm able to run, until I'm able to run no more.
And today certainly wasn't that day, of that I am so very sure.
Floss x