What goes up, must come down

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It’s not a race, so set your own pace
One step at a time, choose your days
All I need is once or twice a week
To know that I will begin to achieve
Again, and then go to places I forgot
Wondering why it was I ever stopped
These aren’t the prettiest city views
But these hills will do and get used
Going up makes every muscle yell
Coming down is scarier than hell

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A Walkabout

barefoot-walking
I want to bare my soles
With you and take a stroll
While holding on to your hand
To walk across the vast land

Soaking sun-rays as it tans
Leave footpaths in the sand
Sloughing away our worries
Walking without a hurry

Step over the grassy edge
Onto the lush, moist sedge
Cool healing gives relief
Through the beds of our feet

Climb the treacherous peaks
Knowing it could take weeks
Approaching it together
Despite the trying weather

Blue

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It’s not a feeling of sadness

It invokes a pure gladness

In dazzling crystalline hues

It provides clarity to views

 

Blue doesn’t bring you down

It’s the menacing grey clouds

That weighs heavily up above

Always pushing with a shove

 

Tears spill over like raindrops

At times it’s difficult to stop

But when the clouds dissipate

It’s true happiness to anticipate

 

~I heard a helicopter flying by (see it?) this morning, so I stepped outside and was gripped by the brilliant blue sky.