Based on that song of No Name On the first part of my journey,I was focused on the road ahead,I dove down the dune and shot for the moonI ran until I was redThe first thing I saw made me stumble in aweAnd the sky was cloudless aboveThe heat was hot and the sand was softBy the end of the day I was dead. I’ve been through the desert on a race of some fameIt felt good to be out of the rainIn the desert, you can run for your…read more
you hear nothing
but your beating heart
and the swish of air
the ball arcs
and the crowd roars!
Hot and humid as I manned the mat,
streached and strung – out like a band,
wrecked with the wet of overwhelmed glands and that
constant voice of calm command. ..