Rock Trail
By Ava M
Speeding, swishing, swooping, swerving
Pumping, pushing, popping, pulling
Sharp turns and trees
Big long berms and speed
Eucalyptus and wattle leaves brush against my skin
This way, that way
Pumping down on pedals like a predator at prey
Roaming all around and exploring as I flow
Eye-catching colours are what this forest shows
The compression throws me up in the air
Because I’ll be speeding, swishing, swooping and swerving
Pumping, pushing, popping and pulling
But I shall be prepared, or over the bars I go
Legs shake, lungs ache, sweat flows
No second guessing over these gnarly roots and intimidating drops
Sharp turns and trees
Big long berms and the breeze
Within the forest of Kentlyn is where happiness strikes
Possibilities are endless on my bike
And possibilities are endless on the rock trail