Donald Harbour Poetry

“I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.” ~ Dodinsky

A rocky path,
On mountain high,
Riding up,
Touch the sky,
Then down the side,
To valley far below,
The bike remained,
I continued to go.

Misky on 15 November 2013 at 10:44 AM said:

OH NO!! This makes for an uncomfortable journey!

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julespaige on 15 November 2013 at 5:24 PM said:

I’ve had some rides like that! But thankfully no major damage.
Nice little verse.

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georgeplace2013DebiSwim on 16 November 2013 at 7:53 AM said:

I had a similar ride although I ended up in poison ivy! Sorry that yours eventually ended with surgery : (

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Andra Negroiu on 17 November 2013 at 6:19 AM said:

Oops! Fuuny phrasing, but the experience itself must have been terrifying. Hope you’re ok!

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