Running in full stride
To a place along the wooded trail
Running for my place to hide
Hidden in the dale
To the north a spring time brook
with the sounds of water passing by
Under the cliff a small nook
it is there my fears will die
So I run in full stride
Running for a place where to hide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the outdoors myself. Good poem. Unfortunately, nothing is safe forever.