over small berms

i do not want to be young

unless it is the age

i can run… and run

and even further run;

past the bridge

beyond the city

lights

the bustling crowd

i want to go where it is quiet

un… loud;

take to the foot path

that unravels in the dark wood

over small berms

under low hanging limbs

never losing stride

reveling in the good that should

pervade… permeate our pride;

God i would love to run

take my mind along for the ride

alone, yet maybe only you

if you choose, by my side;

i can tell by the moon shining above

i have run the course as far

as the forest goes

and am reaching the marsh

that feeds

the north river run

i run on.