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Running The Field

By John I. Blair

I once raced the length of a football field,
Barefoot on grass, kissed by the air,
Flushed with the deed. Once was enough,

Enough to tell this was not my life Ė
The flare of speed, the thrill, the pain,
The knowledge I was done.

Iíve rather sought the long, slow pace,
One day, one hour, one step,
Persisting till Iím there.

©2017 John I. Blair, 5/3/2017


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