| Spring Fever How I long to run barefoot In the green green grass, Sprinting with all my strength To release the last constraints Of a long, cold, barren winter. Oh, I long for days in the sun When its warmth caresses my bare skin And sleeping beauty wakens Along with Earth's glorious re-awakening of Spring. How I long to roll down the hill -- With somersaults and cartwheels -- Scramble at the bottom, The edge of the forest, And climb high in Twisted Tree. Oh, I long to let go of the rope And glide through the air Landing with a joyous splash In the cool river water. How I long to hike the bluff -- Only to see the blue sky and roaring river Only to feel the breeze on my face Only to smell the blooming fragrances -- And, stretch my arms wide, twirling in delight. Oh, I long to jump onto the haystack From the barn window on the farm, Then thrust my hands in the tilled dirt And feel earth's heart -- the garden. How I long to fly a kite And watch it soar above the trees, Flapping freely in the wind, Then skip with glee To my picnic lunch and blanket. Oh, I long to fling myself, Naked, into the ocean For waves to kiss my body And cleanse my soul. How I long to throw myself Headfirst and unthinking -- Like a child running into the sun For no reason but to run -- Into all I want, all I hope, all I love. Rachel Johnson writes poetry, children's stories and narratives. She also teaches English as a second language, tutors online and homeschools her two daughters. She loves to read, explore nature and train for marathons. Rachel lives with her husband and children in Kansas City, Mo. Visit her at www.wakeuprunning.com Copyright © 2004 Rachel Johnson |
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April 2004 |
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