Ride on,
past the brush and all the rushRide on surely if you must
upon the narrows, black and yellow
Through the paths
ride on dear fellow
Race into the wind that be
set thy soul and spirit free
Grasp the black of handles dear
take the day and crisp night air
Ride from dusk till dawn and then…
let thy cares, be gone my friend.
Deo Volente
February 26, 2012http://deosview.blogspot.com/2012/02/into-wind.html
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