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.
©2013, Donald Harbour
A mind of its own
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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
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