She was a natural!

She was a natural!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

She was a natural
Athlete, you know.
Pretty in white.
She ran like the wind.

Through the streets
Once a year.
Town folk looked on
Tourists cheered.
She was phenomenal.

The hurdles, the hundred metres,
The long jump, cartwheels,
The marathon run.
Just her...... alone.

She had a following, 
You know!
Always behind her.

I only wished.....
She'd put some clothes on.
 

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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simpicity of words into a sweet letter day come true in secounds
from vissions once in a life vissions she is a cherry blossoms what I
hear may she was running to feel freedom free like a bird sorring
leaving her nest- very beautiful poem thank you i only wish I had
seen her too....

Posted 8 Years Ago


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andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Hi Johnson You won the jackpot for your comments She is a natural cos she is a naturalist, one with .. read more



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I imagine she did have a following...I wonder how many heart attacks and breathing issues were reported?

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Lol Thank you Thomas
....................

8 Years Ago

My pleasure, Andrew....there is something captivating and awe inspiring about seeing a naked woman m.. read more
Was her name Gloria Godiva?!? ha ha ...you know once a year they have a naked run in Alaska.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

lol I didn't know that Terry. How interesting lol.Godiva had a horse so maybe it was her sister!
dam,no wonder she was so popular

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

lmao I'm sure she was! Thanks wordman

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