Running Poem by Bill Wright

It's raining outside,
Think I will give it a miss,
You don't really expect me,
To go running in this!

Come on you wimp,
Don't give in just like that,
As soon as you get going,
You will be glad you made a start.

Running is a fantastic sport,
Open to one and all,
Just grab your pair of trainers,
Get out and answer the call.

There's really nothing quite like it,
With the wind blowing in your hair,
Or the sun shining in your eyes,
When you are running out there.

We runners are really lucky,
Living in this town,
Miles of seaside promenades,
And footpaths up and down.

Running alone can be boring,
But around here it can be fun,
Following the sea for mile after mile,
And watching the setting sun.

Here I sit writing this poem,
My heart is full of sorrow,
I should be outside running now,
Never mind, there is always tomorrow!