Narcissus Fortune Fairy©Myrea Pettit
Running With Fairies
Neither rain, nor freezing sleet
Nor drastic lack of sleep
Keeps a runner off his feet
The race, a date to keep!
On this morn’ of soaking rain
I’m in a dreary daze
Eighteen miles I’ve yet to train
To join this running craze!
I roam the lovely Central Park
Where the tune-up will begin
I walk the trails in moonlit dark
And greet my running kin
From starting horn to finish line
I’m wet from head-to-toe
A calmer tempo should be mine
Wisdom says "start slow"
I invite the spirits of the wood
To join me on my quest
And ask the fairies if they could
Help me to do my best
Oh fly with me you gentle sprites
And sing with me my name!
Feel with me these strange delights
The heat of runner’s flame!
As I soar to unknown heights
On newborn dragon-wings
Guide me in my maiden flights
When the heart most clearly sings!
In that place of calm repose
I sense the presence of Great Mother
I stride with all life as it flows
From one realm to another.
Awaken Sun from nightly slumber
Birds, begin to speak!
A gentle giant, I do lumber
And scale down from my peak
As I reach the final goal
I pound my heaving chest
Then to the glen to tend my soul
With fairies take my rest.
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Theo van Joolen©2010
Nor drastic lack of sleep
Keeps a runner off his feet
The race, a date to keep!
On this morn’ of soaking rain
I’m in a dreary daze
Eighteen miles I’ve yet to train
To join this running craze!
I roam the lovely Central Park
Where the tune-up will begin
I walk the trails in moonlit dark
And greet my running kin
From starting horn to finish line
I’m wet from head-to-toe
A calmer tempo should be mine
Wisdom says "start slow"
I invite the spirits of the wood
To join me on my quest
And ask the fairies if they could
Help me to do my best
Oh fly with me you gentle sprites
And sing with me my name!
Feel with me these strange delights
The heat of runner’s flame!
As I soar to unknown heights
On newborn dragon-wings
Guide me in my maiden flights
When the heart most clearly sings!
In that place of calm repose
I sense the presence of Great Mother
I stride with all life as it flows
From one realm to another.
Awaken Sun from nightly slumber
Birds, begin to speak!
A gentle giant, I do lumber
And scale down from my peak
As I reach the final goal
I pound my heaving chest
Then to the glen to tend my soul
With fairies take my rest.
Theo van Joolen©2010