So, She Runs Poem by Randy McClave

She puts on her running shoes
As she prepares for another early run,
But, first she listens for the weather on the news
She then limbers up, her day has just begun.
So, she runs.

She is on her own destined running path
Like life, she will meet her own obstacles quite often,
Sometimes with a smile and others with a wrath
Her spirit though, it doesn't soften.
So, she runs

Dog increments, slow moving people, fallen branches
They all try to hinder and slow her down,
Even with the wind and its leaves created avalanches
But, never is there a surrender or a frown.
So, she runs.

The soul will not break, but it will bend
Especially when a runner is tired,
But, they will always receive their second wind
As though through determination, inspired.
So, she runs.

The run is over, though until tomorrow
All that she shows is her tiredness as she perspires,
But, she did not run from sadness or sorrow
Running is her life's accomplishments and desires.
So, she runs.

God created the world in just seven days
But, then perhaps on that eighth,
That is the day that God rested so we give praise
Then he gave us all faith.
So, she runs.

Randy L. McClave