Very good BardOhio, Keep on writing! Josh

Wow! So awesome!

This was originally written about 2 years ago. "The Pen is mightier than t he Sword", 'tis said, and it may be true, for most of this poem came to lif e this morning. I was volunteering as a traffic-control person for a 10-K race for some cha rity (I do so many of these I can't always tell for whom anymore...) It wa s early morning, and drizzling rain, and only a few of the fastest runners had come through my part of the route. I was at the bottom of a long hill, and in order to follow the route the runners had to make a right-angle tur n up another street, and the turn was at my station. At the top of the hil l, I saw this beautiful creature come over the crest and start down the hil l towards me, running hard but steady. As he ran down the hill, he pulled off his t-shirt and stuffed into the waistband of his tight running shorts. He was gorgeous - dark, longish hair streaming out behind him, even tan, ab out 5'10", with broad shoulders and nice, firm pecs - and an even nicer bul ge in the front of his shorts. He got to my station at the turn and, there being no traffic, ran in circle s around me a few times, sipping the cup of water I handed to him. He flas hed me a big grin, showing his even white teeth, and making his gorgeous fa ce even more attractive, and handed his cup back to me instead of throwing it on the ground. He was still running around me, but our hands made conta ct, and it was electric! He said, in a deep baritone voice, "Thanks for helping out." I said, "Than k you for running - you guys are doing all the work!" He grinned again and said "Running isn't work - it's a joy!" And he was off like a shot, chargi ng up the adjoining street to continue the run. Wow - he left me all tingley - I wish I'd had a cell phone to get a picture , but the one I have permanently implanted in my brain will have to do. The moral (?) of the story is - keep writing! You never know what may happ en...