The Ride

Old sense of exhilaration

for the spirit to soar free


To be one with elements

on an aimless kind spree


No destination so to say

nothing planned as such


Tad touch of spontaneity

& escapade a sole crutch


Legs straddling untamed

not broken in yet mount


Uncertain of the outcome

and what it’ll tantamount


Timidity all but vanished

 once wind felt in the face


Me and steed conjoined

to most others outpace


All new limits put to test

endurance too was tried


Both of us with dexterity

our admiration justified


Formed kind of covenant

unspoken bound in pact


To discover all new vistas

and with ecstasy interact



































dream of freedom

◄ Puppets on Strings

Overcoming Fear ►


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Roy Chetham

Mon 9th Feb 2015 18:35

Lovely, the best little work I have seen on here for a while. Well done.

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