Many years ago, my friend, Ed and I
Decided to run the Moss Bay, 10K or try.
We thought we were in good shape and more,
So we ran the Pt Defiance, 10 K the day before.
The next day, Sunday morn, as I recall,
Ed said, "Let's get to the front of all."
You don't do that, as you go by the pace,
That you will be able to run the whole race.
We did get in the front, cool as ice.
The gun went off and we ran for our life.
It wasn't our best run as you see,
But on the front page of the paper, was Ed and me.
Many years ago, my friend, Ed and I
Why would a sane man, that was alive
Run marathons, at the age of fifty-five?
A glutton for punishment, in a relapse,
For training run after run of many laps.
The first run was Vancouver, Canada, in early May
Second, the Seattle Goodwill Game, July, I say.
The heat was oppressive, on this long run,
As there was little shade but lots of Sun.
Next was Portland, a most lovely event,
With a lot of people and music in a tent.
We finished in Portland, at a good pace,
And relaxed and unwound after the race.
My last race was the Seattle Marathon.
Starting at Marymoor Park, up the
It was cold and rainy, but I did prevail,
As we finished at Gasworks Park.
It was quite a run, not a lark.
As a note to all who have read this funk,
It was the same day the floating bridge sunk.
Great poem and story 🙂
There was a time, that I do recall.
It may have been Winter or the Fall.
Coming home late, in early morning hours,
It was beginning to rain, more like showers.
The oldest son, had a newspaper route,
So I decided to wake him and help out.
The papers were delivered to our front door,
So I brought them in, to lay on the floor.
Folding the papers, to protect from the rain,
Was the routine, that I did now maintain.
I was down on my knees, this early day,
When my wife's voice, I heard say,
"What do you think you're doing there?"
My reply was, "Taking our son on his route."
Her voice came back to me, "In your suit?"
My response, not the best, "It's a classy neighborhood."
Out on the route, I took our young son,
Delivering papers, until it was done.
Back to the house, to shower and change
And drive back to work, in my mélange.
As I recall that there was no discussion
For the next several days.
No matter the time
No matter the place.
I still can recall
Your beautiful face.
A face that radiates
Among wind blown trees,
You were the loveliest one.
The one I'd see, at morning Sun.
The years have passed,
Oh so quickly
But your age defies,
What I see.
Your skin is so clear,
Without a flaw.
Are you sure
That you're a Grandma?
A wise man once said, If a man’s wealth be measured in grains of rice, he could hold all the riches of the world in his hands. Okay, so that man was an idiot. He was also my Uncle Larry, and he died penniless – unless you count the 850 boxes of Minute Rice found in his basement after his funeral................. Read the complete article at View from the Bleachers
A young frog sat on his pad,
Not an Apple but a lily, he had.
While on the pad, he did perch
Quietly, like he was in church.
In church, for a frog, I'd soon see
Was done for protection, not reverie.
For frogs of his size, could soon
Be eaten by a bird. No not a Loon.
The dangers for him, would go on.
His fear was the mighty Blue Heron.
A long shadow, cut through his light;
He jumped into the water, out of sight,
Holding his breath, he managed to stay
And escaped the Heron, at least for today.
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