Poem Found While Running

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

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

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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