Please, would you proofread my poem Jogging.
Jogging at dawn a strange phenomenon occurs to me time and again.
I hear thumping of feet behind me and when I turn my head
I see my father, my grandfather and my great grandfather running.
They are completely naked - their muscular, sunburnt bodies wonderful gifts of nature.
They come abreast of me and my grandfather gives me a mischievous look saying, “How’s it going?”
Before I manage to answer, they are already ahead of me,
disappearing in the wisps of mist or yellow light of the early sun, depending on weather.
I try to catch up with them and push hardest I can,
but every time I have to admit to myself my wanting.
I have to train harder. I must prepare myself.
One day I will run with them heaven’s trails and never became exhausted.
Last edited by Bassim; 16-Aug-2011 at 20:29.
Thank you so much Gil.
Nobody has helped me so much on this forum as you have done.