Saturday, June 16, 2012

OVAD #17

The first mile.
The hardest mile.
The mile of frost and failing will.

Through heights unknown we press.
Through wind and rain, Through sweat and pain
Through doubt and all the rest.

When all is said and done, We’ll stand out in the sun
To look on fields stretched out below;
Our journey’s just begun

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