First off, I have to say sorry if that last blog depressed you. Second, I'm again disappointed in myself for not blogging. This week I wrote a poem. I don't know. I'm not as poetic as Abe or Sammy, but I can try. Before I get started, I would like to say something. To all these people who think it is hilarious to make fun of bmx, STOP IT!! I know you all are joking, but how would you feel if I made fun of something important to you. It
hurts. So stop it. I know someone will still do this. I can take a joke, yeah, but imagine me making fun of your grandma who you loved very much and she just passed away. on with the poem. The wind in my hair Reminding me that the time is near Fear of pain keeps me here Standing there in a stare Nothing is making a sound Except for the crickets on the ground Taking my time To think of something sublime I took a step I felt my heart
skip Kept thinking Have to commit, have to commit Fear was sinking This was it Now or never The wind was at my back The sun was clever The trail was brown and black The people to the side were a blur I didn't really know how many there were Speeding past them all Knowing that I couldn't choke or stall Finally I neared the ramp It was made of clay and rather damp I pedaled like a madman the rest of the way No one knew what was at
bay The final crank The hit of the bank I pulled upward with all my might Just for that glorious sight Above them all Even the tall Newton stopped it there Without a care I came back down Rolled away With minor sound I rolled away without a care The wind was in my hair.
