The Trek.
Into the falling snow
Did the wild men go
Their spirits welded
To the metal picks they wielded
Through the frozen domains
And faeri lit expanse
They etched their stubborn way
Through the heart of winter
Till their harness jingling
And their rasped pluming
Was gently subsumed
By the falling snow.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Wheels and Spokes.
Just like my brother, looks likes I need a new bike. Only mine fell apart instead of gotten stolened. Twill be nice spending my 45 minutes to and 20 minutes from uni in a bit more comfort.
The signpost spoke of things
Wheels within wheels
"Have you got your gears?"
I had my foot on the pedal
But I was lost on the brakes.
Just like my brother, looks likes I need a new bike. Only mine fell apart instead of gotten stolened. Twill be nice spending my 45 minutes to and 20 minutes from uni in a bit more comfort.
The signpost spoke of things
Wheels within wheels
"Have you got your gears?"
I had my foot on the pedal
But I was lost on the brakes.
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