The long run . . . .

. . .the road bends and swerves
willowlike . . .
highs and lows
the hills are hard
and hot, yet somehow
seem to ease my tramping soul,
the valleys,
the valleys are for my tortured heart,
that knows no end
of remembrance
and yearning
for those other times
that were so good . . .

1987
Running to Kilgore, Texas