Cycling Stories

The Steep Hill

July 31, 2020

The Steep Hill

The downhill slopes 
Help me the most 
The wind on my face 
It’s freeing in a way 
And then, I turn right 
To my own dear fright 
A hill that’s so steep 
My legs beg and weep 
I make it halfway 
But do mark that day 
A challenge to fight 
It’s not my last flight 
I won’t forget that moment 
When I faced that opponent 
And made it to the top 
Without needing to stop 
Strength built up inside 
It did take some time 
I overcame the ride 
And did so, with stride

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