In a Rush

May 29, 2010
Stumbling over stones and rocks,
Racing against soaring hawks,
Tripping over tree roots,
In a rush.

Wading through the fog-chilled creeks,
Over hills and mountain peaks,
Splashing ice-cold water,
In a rush.

Crunching leaves, just rustling through,
Thorn in foot, pricked right through shoe,
Breathing breeze starts howling,
In a rush.

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