There’s a little mailbox where people put poems. I picked this up on my 13 mile run the other day.
Eve Ford age 11
Up down all around
They come they go to and fro
Then splash around in your head like a roar, the wild ocean, sweep you away
Yet they remain in shadow
They wait for you those beautiful wonderful mistakes, calling you back like a warm hug from when it didn’t matter
Run
Chase
Jump and leap
Follow them away to your memory so deep
This is such a tender and imaginative piece. 🌿
What makes it especially beautiful is the perspective—an 11-year-old’s voice carrying a sense of wonder, rhythm, and emotional intuition that feels both playful and surprisingly profound. The imagery of thoughts as waves that “splash around in your head like a roar” is striking and vivid, capturing how memories and emotions can feel both chaotic and comforting at the same time.
What a wonderful idea, and the path looks fantastic.
Hello,
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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