parkrun Sonnet
for Lesley
There's something spiritual about this ground -
where lapping water, trees, the songs of birds
all seep into your heart, whose steady pound
beats time in rhythms strong and unimpaired.
No foul weather, no wind or rain prevents
the faithful souls from being there, to pace
around your well-trod paths, this shared event
is more than just a run that's not a race.
The friendship that we've made, our running gang,
lasts longer than the time to run 5K;
it's what brings you back, carries you along
at nine o'clock on every Saturday.
And when at last we've rounded both your lakes
we've earned our just reward - what else but cake?
Tim Fellows 2020
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