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

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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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