A Rustic Gate

A Rustic Gate

As it dawns, my sleep gives way

I recharge my mind for the brand new day
 

Defying the mental odds, I get on my way

To the jogger's paradise guarded by the rustic gate
 

I slip through the bars not to make the cringing sound

To merge with the fellow joggers bustling abound
 

Once on track my mind plays the flute

To be one with nature and determination astute
 

My miles are accomplished and body energized

I walk past the gate with a smile galvanized
 

As luck would have it, I look around

To have a glimpse of the savior of my imaginations profound.

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