Ode to the Canyon Ride

Canyon hills all golden glow, 
Coyotes laughing, dears dashing, 
Pedals turning, my heart yearning, 
Where shall I go? 
Steep broken road, I am slow, 
My pulse is beating, soul freeing, 
Troubles fading, fears are leaving,
So now I know. 
At the crest, I catch my breath. 
Stalling slightly, leaning lightly, 
Then departing, fast descending, 
This hill has depth! 
Wheels beneath me never give. 
Motion thrills me, wind instills me, 
Road so curving, ride so soothing, 
Out here I live.
James climbs with the sunrays

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