I Run (A Poem & A Picture)

I Run

I run into the rising sun

For hope & truth & good, I run

Through dampened clover kissed by dew

By weeping willows without a clue

 

O’er hills of heather and dunes of sand

Through paradise and no-man’s land

By babbling brooks and babbling men

Against the grain, against the wind

 

Snarled lips hiss, “It can’t be done.”

To them I whisper, “That’s why I run.”

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