The first ten minutes the boys ran.
All four of them, pounding the trail,
Whether up hill, down hill, level.
Overflowing exuberance in a new place,
Exercising new muscles,
In perfect 70 degree weather.
The energy flagged eventually,
As I knew it would.
And yet, at the top of every rise,
The arms would flare just a bit,
The prelude for the dash downhill,
The take off before flight.
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