Just a small poem I wrote back in 2003 about my love of running. I once ran at the special Olympics. Please enjoy.
Sammy likes to run.
Look at her go.
‘Run, Sammy, Run!’ Is what the kids and teacher in Junior High cheer.
She’ll outrun anyone and everyone.
Even the boys.
As she dashes like Sonic, they call her the 15-year old lighting.
I wanted to ask her why she runs.
Without a word, she runs and leaves me in the wind.
Perhaps, I’ll never know.