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The Race
by George Hoerneri've seen the sun
spill over the ridge
as it builds its bridge
across the sky
whipping and chasing
night into hiding
taking its time
knowing the race
can't be won
but chasing never the less
sand falls in
the day's hourglass
and now the owl
screams the evening
light from the sky
as the moon
begins the next
leg of life's race
02/15/2008
Posted on 03/05/2008
Copyright © 2026 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nancy Ames on 03/06/08 at 01:27 AM What a great description - and the universe takes us for another ride tomorrow. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/06/08 at 04:18 AM Beautiful, wonderfully vivid imagery. This was just marvelous. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/06/08 at 03:10 PM ...george, what a view of the "see-able" that takes an account for the world o' whirl...i like[always] a bow to Mother Nature...God's wonders...peace, charlie, i like i like... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/06/09 at 11:48 AM I'm glad your quill once entered,
will never quit the race,
and is in it for the long haul,
to pen such beauty as this. |
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