First off, I have to say sorry if that last blog depressed you. Second, I'm again disappointed in myself for not blogging. This week I wrote a poem. I don't know. I'm not as poetic as Abe or Sammy, but I can try. Before I get started, I would like to say something. To all these people who think it is hilarious to make fun of bmx, STOP IT!! I know you all are joking, but how would you feel if I made fun of something important to you. It hurts. So stop it. I know someone will still do this. I can take a joke, yeah, but imagine me making fun of your grandma who you loved very much and she just passed away. on with the poem.
The wind in my hair
Reminding me that the time is near
Fear of pain keeps me here
Standing there in a stare
Nothing is making a sound
Except for the crickets on the ground
Taking my time
To think of something sublime
I took a step
I felt my heart skip
Kept thinking
Have to commit, have to commit
Fear was sinking
This was it
Now or never
The wind was at my back
The sun was clever
The trail was brown and black
The people to the side were a blur
I didn't really know how many there were
Speeding past them all
Knowing that I couldn't choke or stall
Finally I neared the ramp
It was made of clay and rather damp
I pedaled like a madman the rest of the way
No one knew what was at bay
The final crank
The hit of the bank
I pulled upward with all my might
Just for that glorious sight
Above them all
Even the tall
Newton stopped it there
Without a care
I came back down
Rolled away
With minor sound
I rolled away without a care
The wind was in my hair.