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 the snow

My GPS must think it queer
To stop without an outhouse near
Snowshoeing along a frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

I give my watch another 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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