Linda Alice Fowler Poet Rhyme

Morning Run

Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.

I pass the open market
and see old man Crockett,
his cheeks work-worn scarlet.

Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.

Max the cat, sits, blinking
at his world through twinkling
light. What is he thinking?

Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.

A dancing bay otter
churns the bright water,
playing teeter totter. 

Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.

Suddenly I spot her
Rose, fisherman’s daughter,
My warm cheeks burn hotter.

Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.

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Valsa George January 22, 2023 at 9:01 PM As we run early in the morning, so many such cute scenes greet our eyes. The rhythm and alliterative effect render a musical effect to the poem. Congratulations Linda. Linda Alice Fowler January 23, 2023 at 6:20 AM I appreciate your thoughtful comments Valsa! Thanks! :)

Sotto Poet January 22, 2023 at 7:08 AM The echo of your early morning walk may be heard, Linda. This piece of writing is fantastic! Congratulations on your win Linda Alice Fowler January 22, 2023 at 7:11 AM Thank you Lasaad! :)

Vijay Pandit January 1, 2021 at 9:59 AM Sound of your morning run resonates, Linda. This write is excellent! Linda Alice Fowler January 1, 2021 at 3:39 PM Ah, many thanks my friend, and so many thanks for your supportive comments. :) Linda

Victor Buhagiar December 31, 2020 at 2:13 AM Cute poem Linda. Too old for running now. Hope you'll have a Happy New Year. ~~ Linda Alice Fowler December 31, 2020 at 5:46 AM Hi Victor. I never really enjoyed running. And I don't see many who are smiling as they run. ;) I hope your new year is filled with love and joy, Linda

Gershon Wolf December 30, 2020 at 7:45 PM Hi-diddle-dee, Thrum-Thrum. I'm out for a morning ski!... Seriously, loved the content and the rhythm, Linda. ~ Snowbird Sam (my middle name) Linda Alice Fowler December 31, 2020 at 5:42 AM Blanketed up there, eh SS? Those pesky snow storms! Thanks for the read and comment Gershon. :) Linda