Running am I,
To an end with with a glowing door.
Throw back the gloom of yester-year,
And step into a brilliant space.
Where I can find a new challenge,
And may-haps a bit of rest.
That I may enjoy this interlude,
And grow my bones among good earth.
Let my feet wiggle in cool streams,
While my mind wanders to far away lands.
Oh to feel the summer sun,
Bake out those last damp feelings.
Now let me find a bit of paper and ink,
That I may sit down and write.