RUNNING ON THE WORLD
Geneva
I run the lake with three Swiss guys
and try to talk German in 7:30 miles.
My pulse thumps in my head.
Servetus burned for what I know.
Salt Lake City
A pleasant old cop tells me at 6 AM
no jogging in Temple Square.
Over the bowl of morning mountains
God is doing his leg stretches.
Valley Forge
You can run the five mile path on a winter evening
griping about the cold and your sore feet.
Mountain Home Veterans Cemetery,
Johnson City, Tennessee
I am the road I run,
my feet call you to memory.
You were Manassas and San Juan Hill,
Ardennes, Bataan, Inchon, Khe Sanh.
You are the green earth of Tennessee,
You are the road I run.
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Author:
Robert Southwick Richmond (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2021 13:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Back in 1980 when I wrote this poem I was running about 25 miles a week.
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Comments3
This is really quite something ... and without doubt my favourite Robert Southwick Richmond post to date ...
Thanks! Looking it over, I probably should have said Argonne to represent WW 1. - My father commanded one of the general hospitals (242d GH) that received casualties from the Battle of the Ardennes Forest (Battle of the Bulge) in 1945.
I never ran along lac leman, but plenty of times along lake Zuerich, once all the way from the lake to the top of the Uetliberg. The things we did.....
Was you 21 then?! Oops, that should be 'were'. Another one of those words.
I was born in 1939.
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