As I sit astride my steed

I feel a spark, a whimsical need

To gallop down this mountain path

Giving way to trouble's wrath

Metal shoes spark rocks as we go

Spewing forth a sparkler's glow

Hair flying back on the wind

Slipping n' sliding round the bend

I bounce, bounce up and down

Trying not to hit the ground

Wow, look at us go

Me an my trusty steed, Beau

by Zev