The Devil's Dyke Poem by Ashley Fortin

The Devil's Dyke



Anticipation runs free within my blood,
I wait silently for the rough call of the starting line,
Then it happens,
I hear my mounts name ring through the stadium,
Then I ask him to walk on,
Through the dirt he gallops,
I feel his heat,
His heart’s sweet rhythmic beat,
Then he tenses as he senses the first stride,
The second,
The third,
And finally he gathers,
He gathers all his might,
All his energy and strength,
And what is to be of the outcome?
Only he can foresee,
As his feet leave the ground,
I watch on ahead,
As I meet the ground I hear his feet clatter,
And a roar of applause brings the answer to my ear,
And finally without out warning,
I take to the skies once more,
And once more…

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