Mind Pedaling

Have been busy,
pumping them out.

Like riding a bicycle,
straight, smooth, and stout.

Sometimes you just want to coast,
downhill to the sea.

Where I know you'll be waiting,
waiting for me.

Where the blood begins pumping,
power to the brain.

Some call it passion,
some call it pain.

But now I'm climbing,
pumping so hard.

To reach the pinnacle,
the land of the Bard.

Will I ever get there?
In my mind's eye I will.

For that mighty mountain,
is only a hill.

If I could only just get over it.

Musk Oxen Avoiding Smell

Mount Washington Hill Climb © flwrider.com

Just working my way up hill…

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