A Jog Walk
Cool 7 miles from 7 till 9 gives strength and gives me pace
I leave before the kids alight and wife has made her face
The mist and fog the scarf forgot my destination food
But back to fore the place I left with hunger on the route.
Down the boreen and grassy lanes another hill oh no
I'm walking now but when to press for running I should go
My heart's a pumping quietly and building all the time
Cholesterol and that butter dear my heart has now entwined
I had that pudding, girls as well, a dad who likes to clean
Crust pastry and an apple pie demolished all unseen
To run at this point and check my heart through pounding in my ear
I should have left that pancake but my tongue could not stay clear
I slow jog at a quicker pace she's beating at a rate
I know I can keep going at this and more a pace
But I if I stop at this point then my heart will stop and wait
Too wait too long is my fear and I'll end up at them gates.
A barrier is crossed now the blood begins to free
my heart is rightly pumping in all chambers one two three
Relax and roll a perfect gate my wall and on beyond
Enjoy my run and country side and tuned in to the sun
The roads a quiet watch that car a bend the right side take
Remember when you reached the tree a bend a turn a brake
Two miles to go a plate to show and breakfast there awaits
My wife's a golden lady and those eggs she now will make
Another turn and up the hill a push to power legs
In the drive and kitchen thrive no sound or mumour begs
Oh dear my head my heart and feet and pumping with a bleet
My wife's in bed the kids have said start cooking while we sleep!
Copyright © Ian Foley | Year Posted 2011
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