End Of A Long Run Poem by james watkin

End Of A Long Run



Happiness is a blue sky.
Contentment, a shade.
'That's for the birds! Morn through eve'.
Gibe, one does not grieve.

It figures. When sat upon
Like a prize displayed
That worth legless pursuing
For hill-top viewing.

Thursday, December 8, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: running,point of view
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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