On these hills and fields,
where the kills were yields
that took their due from grey and blue,
I run.

Signal Hill, Bull Run,
where lead spilled from guns
seeds the ground, while echoes resound,
I run.

By the Occoquan,
where the rocks that abound
were hard seats for weary retreats,
I run.

Through the forest park,
where the poorest lark
out sings all birds through its shrill calls,
I run.

Along rails of iron,
trails, dandelions
hold secrets old and promise bold,
I run.

About stevenddorsey

I have been an avid writer for as long as I can remember. I enjoy composing poetry, lyrics, children's books and fiction for young adults. I have traveled the world extensively in my 25+ year career as an International Development professional and executive. I have lived in Europe, Latin America, and Africa. I speak Spanish and French. I married Rachel Miltimore in 1985. We have five children and five grandchildren. We currently live in Manassas, Virginia. We enjoy writing children's books together.
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