The Songs of the Long,LongRpad


 The Songs of the Long, Long Road


The salty morning air whispers

promises as you wait 

        for the sympathy to begin.


The quiet morning ocean

                plays a soft soothing rhythm

like drum broomsticks


It seems to be singing that it too

has a marathon to run 

                                as it washes the grainy sand back and forth.


         The eucalyptus leaves clap in the breeze

and breathe out a scented air 

    this morning to remember.


             The numbered runners chatter and move nervously

                      not unlike the buzzing

      audience at a music concert. 

             The starter voice dims the crowd

       and runners tense waiting

                      the sound of the starters gun.


             A thousand shoes hit the road

                    in a unison soon lost

                    to a rain drop random patter.


             The beating heart like a strummed guitar

soon jumps from a romantic Segovia

                        to a fast rhythmatic Django.



                Dancing gypsies faster and faster

                  as the camp fire leaps toward the sky

                  and the guitar is a blur.


                 The applauding crowds

                 ask for an encore

                        and give you a spurt of adrenaline


                Softly your breathed wind sings along

                         to become a near pant as 

                the beat pushes you ever forward.


                The music stops, the breathed wind

                 becomes a throat burning blast

                        and the aching side and rubber legs take center stage.


                   The ribbon cut -

                     the race over -

                    another verse on the song of the road.


                  So where is the next road to be run,

                    another sympathy to play

                   another ribbon to be won? 


Doug Minnis 9/2015

For the runner Dorian Momsen












My grandaughter is still successfully running marathons even after she turned 40. Great discipline and determination.