Evergreen Run by Dman14

Flying past trees, through bushes.
From Odessa to Belfair.
Riding every were in between.
Drakes trail to America’s best riding school.
Riding, riding to the max.
Then we relax.
Then back to the racetracks.
Then I shall attack.

Geezer#5-0 (71.217.61.203) -- Sunday, April 8 2007, 02:28 pm

America's best!
Nice poem Dman14! We are so lucky to live in a country, where we can enjoy the freedom of the country-side. To fly through the trees like a bird, dash around bushes like a deer, hop over rock like a jack rabbit. Then we relax by the crystal clear river, as it enters the peaceful quiet lake. Not a soul around, only the birds and bees and beautiful wild flowers. Ah, so many places to see and not enough time,in our life time. The trails are endless, and as we look out, on top of this mountain, it is America's best school. It humbles us, as we see how small we are, like a ant on a trail. What it must of been like, to be the first to set foot, on this wilderness. Keep hanging on, rider Dman14! Thanks for the ride.

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