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Morning's Rise – Day Two

Fast running feet on mountain loam,  
With baying dog that runs behind,  
A wood that tastes like wind and roam,  
Of sunlit pools and melon rind.  
 
In brothers’ yelps and screams descend,  
Fast running feet on mountain loam.  
We raid the dumps, attacks pretend,  
For Playboy mags and Styrofoam.  
 
With sun low bent and calls for home,  
Through sandstone spires and redneck roads,  
Fast running feet on mountain loam,  
With hopes of stew and pie “ah ha-mode.”  
 
We wash – “make sure behind your ears”  
With snapping towels, and mustache foam,  
We pray in rhymes, “sweet dreams” appear,  
Fast running feet on mountain loam.  
 
2/30
 
Words: 109  
Unique Words: 75  
 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Published
Author's Note
I spent my first five years in the town of Sewanee, TN and on the campus of the University of the South with two older brothers, and a shaggy blonde cocker named Daisy - enough said...
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