Tuesday, January 7, 2014

A Frost Advisory

Running Through the Woods on a Snowy Evening*

Whose woods these are I think I know
His condo’s in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here
To write my name upon his snow

My Garmin watch must think it queer
To stop without a porta-john near
Snowshoeing along a frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

I give my monitor alarm a shake
To see if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the bleep
Of burning lungs and heart earthquake

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have training logs to keep
And miles to run before I sleep
And miles to run before I sleep


* ripped off from the great Robert Frost - and butchered beyond repair!

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