Miles to Go

A diamond scene, sparkling clean
Beneath a cream puff dappled sky
The gravel crunches underfoot
As I go running by
And squawk a goose from hither pleas
To join the arrow pack
I climb the mid-day running hill
No cars breathe down my back
The waist high wall, to me it calls
Come, rest your weary bones
But I, long distance runner me
Have miles to go alone
Until the squeals, of gang two wheels
Roar slanted round forward bend
Then pass they do, two by two
And I’m alone again
Napowrimo miles to go

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Write a poem from a photograph. I chose this one from the four given. It reminded me of where I’d rather be, instead of crippled on the couch.

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