RAPID CYCLING POEMS

I WALK ACROSS THE RESTLESS SAND

I WALK ACROSS THE RESTLESS SAND

I walk across the restless sand and shudder in the wind

It tears across my delicate skin like diamonds cutting glass

I raise my hand to shield my face from daggers made of grit

While wicked whispers from the gale abuse my ringing ears

With all my strength I fight the storm that batters at my frame

I won’t turn back, and will not fear the darkening skies above

As blackened clouds build in the sky I struggle on determined

I clasp my arms across my chest, courageous in my efforts

My frozen face accepts the kiss of stinging darts of rain

What madness came upon my mind to step outside in this?

I’d rather be beside a fire, all snuggled in my chair

A mug of tea between my hands, this chill does not compare

I stop awhile as twelve small paws go thundering past my legs

I’m breathing hard against the wind but smile from ear to ear

I watch them run into the surf, all tails and ears and fur

My madness stems from ownership of three demanding dogs

Who love to run into the wind, on sand, on grass or path

I watch as they all chase the waves, so joyful in their play

It lifts my heart to see such glee, and I know the storm will pass

So I walk across the swirling sand, laughing heartily in the wind

I made a promise to my dogs to walk them every day

It is a pledge that I will keep, come rain, or wind or sun

But honestly on a lovely day, it's less hazardous and most definitely a lot more fun.