Ride the Happy Pony, ride it
down the stone-covered path;
his gallops add clamor
to the clinking metal shoes;
and if the sound is dull
is because the dry leaves crack!
Ride, the happy pony, ride it...
air and sun delight you a lot;
freedom costs nothing
when the mind discerns
how exciting is living
to explore all places
peaceful and unknown!
Ride the happy pony, ride it
down those remote paths little-known;
look everywhere: up and above,
the scenery charms your senses
and smiling you breathe the aroma
of flowers that increase wild joy!
Ride the happy pony, ride it...
adolescence and happiness
create that sense of harmony
never split by monotony,
always remaining bonded!
Ride the happy pony, ride it
downhills and greet the trees
that are dressed in green;
aloneness isn't dismal sadness
when one enjoys the total freedom
found in Nature and in its immensity!
Tour De Pumpkin
By Franklin Price
10/06/2019
I rode the Tour de Pumpkin
It was only yesterday
Was in the hills of Rutherford
My choice, the 50 K
For the more experienced
A 100K was twice as far
If I had chosen that one
Would have traveled it by car
As it was, was on my bike
An off road fifteen speed
Wasn't long before I knew
Was not as many as I'd need
The climbing steep and daunting
The downhills short and sweet
By the time I'd reached the halfway
My legs were burger meat
The fifty and the hundred
Shared a start and finish route
Some distance riders passing me
When I was still miles out
I was wondering what happened
When they passed fast on a hill
I was in the lowest gear
And had almost had my fill
Was creeping up Mount Everest
Would be faster just to walk
They yelled that “you can make it”
And not just talk the talk
My energy was not renewed
But my brain was now in gear
If the best of them believed I could
The finish line was clear
It only got much harder
But I rode and did not walk
In four hours crossed the finish line
Now these rhymes have talked the talk
in the marathon of life
milestones
sprints
coastings
downhills
uphills
the last miles
the most precious
being the captain of our vessel
guiding it to the finish line
steering
with pride and
determination
going the distance
heading in the right direction
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Where does the wind come from?
From the east,
Or from the west?
From Ireland,
Or from Poland ?
From the sky,
Or from the heaven high?
From the downhills,
Or from the foothills?
None of us really know,
Where it comes from and where does it go.
It flies as fast as it can,
Even if I ran,
I don’t think I could ever make it mine..
Now can someone tell me!
Where does the wind actually come from?
The sidewalk stretched for miles
that concrete roadside line.
It swerved and curved,
and dipped and rose.
Alongside U.S. 29.
We knew each crack, and every hole.
and every bump and drain.
Knew when to coast the downhills
and when to grind the chain.
Our bikes gave us our freedom.
We rolled and strolled and went
to every little country store
where dimes and nickels spent.
We'd gather up five bottles
to equal one thin dime.
And that was always just enough
For RC-Cola time.
Those carefree days of riding
when ne'er a danger stood.
To school and towns and ball fields,
most any place we could.
Those days seem gone forever,
for evil now abounds.
It's hiding in the night air.
It lingers on the grounds.
So listen children, stay alert.
Be careful; don't far go.
For you're our hope and future,
our sweet, precious cargo.
Most precious, priceless cargo.
Retrocognating
Devastating typhoon came
Sturdy than ever
Foretold its mighty
Long before hit the downhills
Flooding all over
Wandering chelas
Discerning how it may create
Learning to alter
Uniting mass wind
Resonates with person's mind
Consciousness battle
Denser form of thoughts
Validates its energy
Chosen experience.
I promise to tell you how beautiful you are
And let you know before you were born, you were a rare star
I pray God cast courage upon you
To remember the past but create something new
Your a blessing, a new life
It's up to me to teach you wrong from right
This is your life and you have the wheel
But I tell you my child, in this life there are downhills
It's important that you get back up and carry on,
To a brand new melody, to a brand new song
Use this paintbrush to paint what's in your heart
For your life is your own little work of art
I pray God cast courage upon you,
To explore this world with the gift he's given to you
To walk with a smile and joy in your eyes
Because this life, temporary sweet child,
We are only here for a while
For Shia,
-Ashley Humes
6/03/12
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