By Robert Frost
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As a child, I loved being outside. I grew up in a small country town. My neighbors had cows, horses, chickens. There were mountains and fields, lakes and brooks. I spent hours wandering on my own or with friends.
As I grew, my love for the outdoors did, too. I’ve never had a membership to a gym. Rather, I’ve bought running shoes and been fortunate enough to own a road bike. (Thanks, Mom and Dad!) I’ve continued to search for offbeat paths, and, to this day, I’ve been known to exercise early in the morning and late at night.
I don’t care.
Oh, how I wish, like Frost, that I could stay in my silent spaces.
What about you? When the world is all noise, where do *you* go?
I’ve decided to post my one of my favorite (and hopefully timely) poems with comments once in a month. Just to vary things up. :)
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