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Running in the Wind - A Poem about a childhood memory of flying feet and the feel of the wind on your face

Updated on January 19, 2014

A Freeform Poem about a Childhood Memory of the Freedom of Running

I was walking not long ago, and I had one of those flashbacks that we all get at one time or another.

You know, a sight, a smell, the shape of a cloud; all of these are examples of things that can cause you to have a vivid recollection of something from your past.

And often, it is a memory that you have not thought about for years.

Well, as I said, I was walking, and it was a nice warm day, and I turned my head just as a gust of wind blew by my head.

The combination of the sound of the wind in my ears, and the fantastic weather conditions kicked this old memory of mine to the forefront of my brain.

And, well ..... I just stopped in my tracks and smiled to myself about what a grand day that was, so long ago, when I just ran for the fun of it. I used to be a fast Runner as a child and in my youth I did it just for the sheer joy of it.

I hope you enjoy my grand old memory.


Running against the Wind as a Child

I remember Running!

I don’t mean running

at a track meet,

or in a ball game.

I mean running,

for the fun of it,

for the Joy of it.

When you grow up

you tend to forget such things.

But often life,

there are little things

that remind you,

and bring back sweet memories

of those Best Moments,

of your Youth.

The whistling

Wind in your Ears.

while riding on a Motorcycle.

Opening a window,

and having a gust

slam you in the face.

But, as you get older

and busier,

with more important

adult things,

Like jobs, families, Bills,

You push such old

and joyous things,

of your youth,

to the back of your mind.

where the cobwebs grow.

Well, I remember a day.

a bright sunny day

in the Summer.

I was around Seven,

skinny as a rail,

with Freckles

and a Cowlick.

I was standing

on the upper part

of our yard.

staring down at a yard

full of the greenest grass

I had ever seen.

lit by a bright Summer Sun

shining on my face,

The Days Heat

was shimmering,

on the street,

at my back.

The gusting wind

would sneak up,

and blow

right in my face,

tousling my Cowlick,

and Cooling my Brow.

I stood there, in the moment

and realized,

I had to ...... Run!

I had to

make the Wind blow,

even harder

on my face.

I had to,

feel the Wind.

I don’t know why,

but I bent over,

and removed my

dirty tennis shoes

and socks,

For traction? I guess.

I don’t know!

Then I stood up

and took a giant breath,

of that sweet Summer air.

I looked down the yard,


and I took flight.


I ran as hard as my

skinny legs and feet

would take me.


I felt the Wind!

The warm Wind,

pushing against my Face,

Flipping my Hair

back on my Head,

and, whistling

past my Ears.

I felt as if

I could actually,

take Flight.

If only I had Wings!

I ran downhill

until there was

no more Yard

to use.

Then, at the last second,

I just sat down

and slid on the Grass!

When I finally stopped,

I just laid there,

In the Sun,

on the damp Grass,

and laughed

until there were tears in my eyes.

It felt so perfect, so Good,

So I walked

back up that Hill,

laughing all of the way.

I turned to face the Sun,

and the Gusting wind,

I Laughed crazily,

and off I went again,

Feeling the Wind,

pushing on my Face,

blowing through my Hair,

whistling by my Ears,

and filling my Soul,

with Joy.


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    • Don Bobbitt profile image

      Don Bobbitt 2 years ago from Ruskin Florida

      Lee Cloak- Thanks for taking the time to read my remembrance of a day in my youth.

      I hope you ave a great day!


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      Lee Cloak 2 years ago

      A really nice engaging poem , very pleasant and very touching, thanks, voted up, Lee

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      Don Bobbitt 2 years ago from Ruskin Florida

      Samtebbutt- I am so proud to have written something that brings such a great affect on someone who reads it.

      I believe that these childhood memories, based invariably on such simple pleasures as "the wind blowing past your ears as you run" are precious to everyone and bring joy to us all.

      Thanks for the read and the kind comment.


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      Don Bobbitt 2 years ago from Ruskin Florida

      PurvisBobbi- Thanks for the kind comment. This little story is true and it pops into my head regularly at the oddest times. It always makes me smile to myself as I remember those days of my youth when such grand moments were common and luckily I etched them into my mind.

      I hope to take the time soon and record some of the other great times of my youth, if for no other reason than to share with my grandchildren.

      Thanks again for the read,


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      Sam 2 years ago from Ireland

      Great poem. I read it with a happy grin on my face because It reminded me of my own childhood love of running. Thanks for that!

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      PurvisBobbi44 2 years ago from Florida


      What a joyful feeling to run---I know I was a tomboy--- the rough and ready girl to could outrun any farm boy around.

      Thanks Don, this was a great morning hub to wake-up my memory bank and click out a memory. So many memories are deposited in our memory banks---and your poem was a great asset to recall.

      Bobbi Purvis

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      shelby 7 years ago

      Beautiful - I can feel that sun, that wind, that sense of pure freedom and lightness as I approach lift-off. There is and never will be nothing like those precious memories of childhood. Good job, Don!