At break of dawn and down
The road I run .
I hear the wings of a few pheasants
As they flap their wings
As they go by me .
To hear the sounds of the outdoors
Of an October in South Dakota .
The thoughts of hunting ,
The smell of the autumn leafs ,
The sweetness of the early Dakota air
,
The cool air on my cheeks .
Oh what a beautiful morning run .
Thank God for this great morning
.
By Brock
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