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he runs
red hair in tangles
flying flopping
over blue eyes
squinting without glasses
long legs bare
loving a chill in the air
fifteen and free, not bound
by school and family, pets or chores
this one hour untethered
he runs
with teammates
or alone, no matter
he runs
arms at graceful angles
red hair in tangles
he runs
© by Marsha Foss.
Used with the author’s permission.
Photo credit: Micah Whetstone
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Marsha Foss, a retired educator, spends her time between her two favorite states, Maryland and Minnesota. When in St. Paul, she enjoys being connected to the area's vibrant writing community. Her work has been published in numerous places, and she has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. An added joy is living near two young grandsons.
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Lori Levy:
Great portrayal of young boy running.
Posted 03/11/2023 12:54 PM
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joecot:
We run. Simply run. So nice.
Posted 03/11/2023 11:44 AM
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CamilleBalla:
I saw him running, free, red hair in tangles. I like the way the poet Marsha crafted this poem.
Posted 03/11/2023 09:55 AM
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cork:
What a beautiful opening and closing!
Posted 03/11/2023 09:46 AM
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KevinArnold:
Ah, I still remember running like that in high school.
Posted 03/11/2023 09:14 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Vivid description and perfect portrait of this fifteen year old grandson. This poem was masterfully crafted with the repetition of the words "he runs" from the first line to the last. I can see the redheaded boy running even before I saw his photo.
Posted 03/11/2023 09:05 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Good poem for a grandson! And the feel of being young.
Posted 03/11/2023 08:52 AM
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Levispoet:
The poem has a lovely form, graceful rhymes and it does a great job of capturing the experience of a young person running. Bravo!
Posted 03/11/2023 08:25 AM
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