The wind lashes my face,
The world fly's by,
The rush as i surge forward,
wosh,
The feeling is like know other,
The hoofs pound the ground as they try to get to the front,
I open my eyes and let a cry of joy,
I watch as we rise over the hill,
Trees, bushes shooting past me,
I see the wall of green and front of me,
and we slow,
from 4,
to 3,
to 2,
to 1,
to 0.
Panting is heard as the chatter of what just happens fills the air.
Please tell me what you think
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Nice poem. It brings to my mind the vivid imagery that was presented by Coleridge in his poem, Ancient Mariner. This poem is picturesque. I love your style. Keep writing such wonderful poems. I would be happy, if you could stamp your views on my poems.
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