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The problem with running and going far;
you have to return where you left your car.
An old friend and I would run out to
Bothell from Redmond, on the Sammamish Trail,
when training for the Seattle Marathon.
It was our long run for the week.
I don't remember the length but estimate
it was about 14 miles, out and back.
After we returned, we would put on
our Sweats, pants and jacket and go
to Blazes Broiler for a Sunday breakfast.
Bacon or ham and eggs with hash browns,
toast and a few Bloody Mary's.
Our kind of training back in those days.
Some schedule I would say.

Light of day
Brings forth the noise
of surrounding sound

Don't leave me now
for I have found
our mortal life
is more profound.
Social contact is indeed
a relationship I need.
To talk to others
through rhyme or verse,
can bring forth discussions
of thoughts, unrehearsed.
Please stay close; don't leave
for if you do, I will bereave.

A campfire ablaze,
wood popping sounds,
a metal grate,
over the fire.
Cast iron skillet.
Throw in some bacon,
fry and set aside,
then some eggs,
in they go with a sizzle.
Sunny side up or
over easy, if you have
the skill. Back with the
bacon to heat again.
Out to the plate for
a nice outdoor breakfast.
Those are the memories
that pop from my head,
remembering those wonderful
day of our youth.

My Mother always told me,
"that being around young people
kept you young." Perhaps not in body
but certainly in spirit.
At this stage, in my life, almost
every friend I have is young.
My old friends are leaving,
this good place, much too fast.
Such is the nature of life.

Were we once together,
Many years ago?
Were you my Juliet,
Was I your Romeo?
I feel I've known you forever,
Long before this life began.
Do you remember meeting,
In some secluded Glen?
Where ferns and soft
Grasses grow,
And rays of light, invade,
To push away the
Chill of night
And watch when
Love was made.

Beneath our Rhodie
is where it grows,
the wonderful flower,
a beautiful Primrose.

Watching Bear Cubs
play in the park,
was an enjoyable event.
Funny, nimble but awkward.
Still they stumbled and
ran chasing each other
as if playing tag.
What a joy seeing
young animals that play.

Life's journey passes by.
All the memories,
all the sighs
of missing friends
and of family
who have said
their last goodbye.

It was someone else.
It wasn't me,
for I never have,
nor ever will,
accept any results
as my responsibility.

I was playing adult soccer at a
field off Delridge Way, in Seattle.
The ball came to me,
I raised my leg,
dropping my toe.
I was hit from behind,
by who? I don't know.
My leg was now up in the air,
falling to earth,
I put out my arm.
Wrong move, I meant
for I hit the ground
fracturing my wrist.
Went to the Dr the next day.
He put on a cast.
After 2 weeks
of itching,
and trying to scratch,
I removed it with a hacksaw blade.
I would wrap it with an Ace bandage,
tight as I could.
Removed it at night
so I could sleep good.

I matters not where you are today,
for at this time we should all pray.