Until my courage summoning I give a kick
And swim out from the slow into the quick
Runners hum and bite, deck sings, snow spits and fills
Mittons, glasses fog, a quickly wiped spectacle
Lean hard! shift, scrape rocks and sticks,
A sudden jolt and brief flight nearly flicks
Our hero, but for my grip and steely will.
Freedom! In that moment pure
Danger married to delight, and laughter
Bubbles out, I fly across the fen
It is such heady wine and sure
Enough, The ditch! road flying under, and after
Coming to a rest, hoist my steed, and climb again.
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