Apologies to Richard B. Smith (1901-1935)

Running in a Springtime Waterland

Alarm clock rings, are you listening,
In the lane, street is glistening
A horrible sight,
It rained last tonight.
Running in a Springtime waterland.

Gone away is the snowbird,
Here to stay is a blue bird
He sings a love song,
As I contemplate,
Running in a Springtime waterland.

In the greenway creek, we can cross train by swimming
Then pretend that he is Race Director Brown
He’ll say: Are you Trained?
We’ll say: No man,
But we’re trying to get it done
When it’s dry in town.

Later on, we’ll conspire,
As we surf by the notebook
To face unafraid,
The runs that we’ve made,
Running in a Springtime waterland.

On the trail we can trudge through the mud,
And pretend we’re a thoroughbred at The Downs
We’ll have lots of fun going through the woods,
Pretending we win the Triple Crown.

When it rains, ain’t it irritating,
‘Cause your nose gets a sniffle
We’ll visit and pay, our medical co-pay,
Running in a Springtime waterland.

About planet3rry

I'm a husband, father and runner in the Knoxville area. I love the way that running makes me feel and how it has changed my thinking. I am always looking for the new PR whether in the 5k or the marathon