She Just Ran Poem by Randy McClave

She just ran, as though in a race
As though to come in first place,
Wind on her wings and through her hair
She has no worries or a care;
So, she picks up the pace.

I saw her at first as sweet and of lace
With gentle qualities upon her face,
Then I saw and watched her prepare,
She just ran.

If her run I could follow and trace
I would find and see her dignity and grace,
She sees the world and confusion everywhere
She is well absorbed both here and there
Never did she uncaringly walked, or chase;
She just ran.

Randy L. McClave