a crowd gathers at the trailhead
lights grow bright
pedals click like thunder
positioning riders fight
the pace is risen
the line is blown
quick speed reduction
the flock has flown
click goes the gears
pedal with all your might
bring back the rider
escaping into the night
slam into a rock
slide across a root
skid through a corner
heart rate through the roof
saved by the climb
where my skills are their best
rider's light dead ahead
stringing out the rest
the climb has leveled out
the lead riders have been caught
better get a handle on your breathing
or your effort will be for naught
the trail points back down the hill
the flock again pulls away
stop staring at your front wheel stupid
it is here to stay
now i can see much better
i'm starting to get the feel
a few hard pedals
now i am on your wheel
Friday, November 30, 2007
Human
Posted by James Bigler at 12:30 PM
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2 comments:
Love it!
Great poem!
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