Rachel Johnson

 
How I long to run barefoot
In the green green grass,
Sprinting with all my strength
To release the last constraints
Of a long, cold, barren winter.

Oh, I long for days in the sun
When its warmth caresses my bare skin
And sleeping beauty wakens
Along with Earth's glorious re-awakening of Spring.

How I long to roll down the hill--
With somersaults and cartwheels--
Scramble at the bottom,
The edge of the forest,
And climb high in Twisted Tree.

Oh, I long to let go of the rope
And glide through the air
Landing with a joyous splash
In the cool river water.

How I long to hike the bluff--
Only to see the blue sky and roaring river
Only to feel the breeze on my face
Only to smell the blooming fragrances--
And, stretch my arms wide, twirling in delight.

Oh, I long to jump onto the haystack
from the barn window on the farm,
then thrust my hands in the tilled dirt
and feel earth's heart--the garden.

How I long to fly a kite
And watch it soar above the trees,
Flapping freely in the wind,
Then skip with glee
to my picnic lunch and blanket.

Oh, I long to fling myself,
Naked, into the ocean
For waves to kiss my body
And cleanse my soul.

How I long to throw myself
Headfirst and unthinking--
Like a child running into the sun
For no reason but to run--
Into all I want, all I hope, all I love.
 

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