Bassim
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- Bosnia Herzegovina
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Please, would you proofread my poem Jogging.
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.
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.
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