Running

Running
As fast as my feet can run
Stomping as I go
Crushing sticks and piles of leaves
Smashing my way through the branches
Down low

Crashing through the creek
Drudging uphills that are more then just steep
Never wading but swimming the rivers
Kicking the rocks under my feet.
Rushing through the meadows
The swamps only half deep

I will get there

I will get there
Where ever there is.

Robin L.A. Shaw