Hero of the Hills

Hero of the hills

"He's a streak of metal flake helmet, blue jeans and yellow shirt.
On a blue and white machine that mightily outweighs him.
A twist of the wrist sends him roaring down dusty roads
With this conquered monster of steel and rubber and noise
He peirces the very daylight.
Squirrels, dogs and 'possum move aside
When they hear him and his wild blue and white steed approach
Teen angst, uncertainty, sibling rivalry, self-doubt...
EAT MY EXHAUST SCENTED DUST!

Speed of sound and fury, how far can he go?
Dare to test the limits, hero of the hills!
You can do all things with confidence, an open mind and diligence.
Even mount these hills, dominate them one by one.
Go, go, go! Test your boundaries and never give in.
Wage each battle with fortitude, cleverness and your God given good looks

There he is again, now moving under his own power
'Neath a helmet of another kind.
Cleated shoes dig into grassy turf, every muscle tense and straining
As the elders shout encouragement.
"Pull, Pull! Dig! Dig! Pick up the pace, boys!" "Yes Sir, Coach!"
All in preparation to meet the enemy shoulder to shoulder,
Eyeball to eyeball, to impact with a mighty, pad-busting clash.

Hour after hour of books and lecture, teasing females, and nosey faculty
Make him long to once again become the streak,
To feel the wind on his tanned skin and see the trees and ground rush by in a blur.
To go far, far, far away where it's only him, the roar of Yamaha engine, and air rushing past.
To be only teen and machine, hard, strong and lean and leaving it all behind.

Ride the wind, number 13! Go, go, GO!
Tommorow's another day, but this moment is yours!
Mount up, your adventures await, there are hills to subdue!
Ditches to jump! Limits to test! Yeah, dude!
So many hills, so many paths will bear his mark before the dusk comes.
T25 tred marks imprint the dust.

Kelly

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