A restless night, following other restless nights; days that begin with lonely and hidden tears and end with the same.
Too many of these, lately... but;
This morning, browsing and replying to the C25K and the Bridge posts, then popping across here, as I do, in order to catch up with friends, I caught up, also, with linda9389 's Weekly Chat.
Just what was needed, when, it was needed.. I replied and then ...
...I ran.
Now ... quite unashamedly, but with apologies to John Masefield, the writer of the original poem, which I adored as a child.... here are the words that filled my head, as I ran across my beloved fields.
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“ I must go down to my fields again, to the lonely field and sky,
And all I ask is for strong legs, and a trail to lead them by;
And the earth's kick and the bird's song and the white clouds racing,
And the sunlight glow on the field's face and a new morn' breaking.”
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I returned home, refreshed and renewed.
Thanks for the gentle reminder, Linda. We are indeed, all, extraordinary.
Oldfloss x
Original Poem
Sea Fever.
By John Masefield