Rabid Poet

Rabid Poet
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Sunday, August 18, 2013

Molly

 Poem...Molly

And then there was One running
Not knowing whether from or to
An unseen light pushing her through

And then there were Two running
Not asking the whats  or why
Only knowing a reach for the sky

And then there were Four running
Getting a glimmer of the Why
Helping others with confidence to try

And then there were Hundreds running
Joy building, shoulders touch
Knowing excuses no longer a crutch

And then hundreds of thousands running
Across vast  Oceans of Blue
Running with Molly with visions anew

Rex 08/2013






















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