The Black Road

A stroll along the swinging bridge I stood and looked below the scene down under was surely a place you didn't go alone old railroad tracks without a train ran across the new black road surrounded by hills, trees and greens riding we would go climbing atop the old snake hill sledding down in the snow a diamond lighted the sky at night as it did the new black road summertime was surely the best a bike for two was the thing to do when riding down black road the slippery slope was not a joke when all of a sudden the chain broke I started to yell it’s time to bail as we saw the tracks below the bike was shaking, our minds were a wreck as we sped down the black road it seemed but a flash when the bike crashed and we landed on our backs on the railroad tracks and that was the end in fact the bottom of the black road.