1 March 2008
Ode to Morning People
Posted by Shelly under: Shelly Batterbee .
(My apologies to my English profs at U of M–I promise I really was paying attention in all of my poetry and writing classes!) :)
An Original Poem
Oh, how I long
For a 5 a.m. alarm—
To leap out of bed
So lively and warm.
With energy and joy
I’d slip into my shoes
And clip on the Garmin
With no time to lose.
I’d sneak down the stairs
So my husband could sleep;
The kids and the dog
They’d hear not a peep.
I’d grab for my keys,
My water and hat,
And slip out the door
Not needing a map.
My five mile runs
Are all up in my head;
Nine milers and tens
Locked in my shoes’ treads.
Not a creature is out
As I run before dawn,
Except for the deer
Crossing over the lawn.
The silence, how peaceful!
The dark is such bliss!
The sunrise, I hear,
Is a thing not to miss.
I start my run slow
My thoughts keep my pace,
I don’t even mind
The wind on my face.
As I head to my out
And then start back around,
My feet pick up speed
With each strike of the ground.
The adrenaline rush
Gives me pep, sass and zest—
Until I remember
I’m a Night Owl, at best.
2 Comments so far...
Deb Says:
5 March 2008 at 8:52 am.
Love it Shelly! Over the years I have become more of a morning person out of necessity. I had to create more hours in my day! I’m going to make a copy of your poem to keep me inspired. You go girl!
Mike D Says:
7 March 2008 at 3:46 pm.
Ode to Shelly
To be on a boat,
and to run where its’ warm,
take your dramamine just,
incase there’s a storm.
You’ll read this not now,
but when you get back,
then send me an e-mail,
and call me a quack.
I hope you have fun,
on your long weekend trip,
be kind to your waiters,
they live on the tips.
While you’re down where it’s hot,
we’ll stay here in the cold,
This stupid *#% winter,
is getting so old.
Please do us a favor,
before you are done,
leave room in your suitcase,
AND BRING BACK SOME SUN!