climbing fast and free.
Down I fell, removing skin,
why happen to me?
I know my bike, I know my bod,
also know I pain.
Why do I ride upon my rod
know’n I’ll fall again?
Back in the saddle do I go
crashes will not win!
Amid the turn, scree, oh no!
Down I go again.
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Written in reply to a post by "The Fat Cyclist" about a crash he sustained. ( http://www.fatcyclist.com/2013/05/10/free-verse-friday-the-post-crash-lament/ )