Run

I want to run

I want to run
Barefoot
Through endless fields
Warmed by the sun

I want to run
Up
And down
Wooden stairs
Older than I am

I want to run
Hidden
Along paths
Obscured by trees

I want to run
Splash
Through puddles
With mud stained feet

I want to run
Away
From the Hustle
And Bustle

I want to run
But
There's more to it
Than that

You see
I want
To dance
And fly
And laugh
And love

I want
To dream
And climb
And cross
And swim

I want to run
Straight
Out
Into the field

And never
Come
Back

I want to run

by Tara Hills

Comments (1)

There is an ineffable bond between a mother and her child! It is a pleasure for those who behold a Mother and Child in blissful togetherness! Enjoyed the poem!