The Messenger Poem by Martin Greyford

He ran so fast
Past the hills
The brooks and
The valleys
With a letter in his hand

Bearing good tidings.
He ran so fast
So that he could arrive on time
Where he was sent
But on the way

He was met with difficulties
Hindering and delaying him.
He had to climb mountains,
And maybe slip on the cliffs,
Stumbled himself in a stone,

Had to swim in the streams and rivers
Where boats were boarded to capacity
And where there were no bridges.
In the forests, he had to protect himself
From the chase of wild animals like wolves.

Alas! He made it through to his destination.
Although weary and tired, he was celebrated
For delivering safely the letter.
He had to rest before planning
Of going back home with his rewards.