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The Harriers Set Off the Road

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The harriers set off the road
We followed with no regard for our thirst
Alfalfa and cow pies in fields mowed
The hounds all angling to be first

We followed with no regard for our thirst
Despite the seed tickling our throats
The hounds all angling to be first
The wet of water seemed remote

Despite the seed tickling our throats
We ran on in the heat
The wet of water seemed remote
To find the canal and water sweet

The hounds all angling to be first
Alfalfa and cow pies in fields mowed
To find the canal and water sweet
The harriers set off the road.

When I was in high school, I ran cross country my senior year. Everyone else had three years experience on me. But I did it to see if I could and for the experience. At the end of most of our afternoon runs, we would jump into a canal beside the alfalfa fields. It was a great way to cool off.

© 2018, Michael Shawn Sommermeyer. All rights reserved.


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