Always proud to be beside you
my fearsome friend
Your celtic lilt took us from lamp post to
the end
of the road…to the trees…to the lights
just don’t stop
Pick up your feet, just
keep
Running with all that Pride
Smile wide
Sweat dripping,
Hearts ripping
from chests large and small,
room for us all
To Stride with true Pride
Amber Timlett, 39, Kent
Comments on: "day eleven" (2)
gorgeous
Really beautiful words x