Short Poem
Birds fly through the green gorge,
Total view of the valley's forge.
Aching legs and roaring heart,
few breathes before the next start.
What man is supposed to be,
Has never felt so close to me.
Birds fly through the green gorge,
Total view of the valley's forge.
Aching legs and roaring heart,
few breathes before the next start.
What man is supposed to be,
Has never felt so close to me.