Wednesday, March 12, 2014
o trusty tread, an ode
o trusty tread
great friend o' mine
thou art
when dirty
treacherous ice
on my road sticks
you are, in your sturdy
machine-ness, there
to move
my legs, feisty and
restless
though the world hates
you as if you
were sloth
you are not,
o trusty tread
trust, me.
though you are not grass
or rock or stream
you do not
pretend to be.
a job it is, you do
for me.
so thank
you.
by fatgirlrunning
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Lovely poem! You are very talented :)
ReplyDeleteThis may actually be the best thing that I read all day.
ReplyDeleteA fun late-day pick me up, I guess I am MUCH more thankful for my tread after reading this. ;)
ReplyDeletelovely ode to the treadmill, almost makes me want to like it :)
ReplyDeleteOh Treadmill! my Treadmill!
ReplyDeleteour fearful run is done.
Your belt has weather'd every step, the time we sought is done.
The rest is near, the chimes I hear, of Runmeter's voice announcing
While follow I the steady peal, my countenance grim and bouncing;
But O Heart! Heart! Heart!
O the dripping drops of sweat,
Upon the belt of my Treadmill lies,
Fallen cold and wet.
This is awesome! We should write a book.
DeleteSounds like a good idea to me! :)
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