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Terri Alvillar
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By Terri Alvillar
Too far from the ranger, the rider denies The wet ground from rain having fallen from skies
He lives more for feeling the rush through his veins Than the leaf covered ground and the roots
he disdains
It's all for the fun, he thinks, turning off-road What care I may flatten a snake or a toad
The trail built last year, it has doubled in size Not fun any more, better find a new prize
Taking off through the woods the biker's wheels churn To hell with the flora, I've macho to burn
For nature is challenge, it ain't nothing more If he can't destroy it, life would be a bore
So upward and downward the mountains begin To lose their appeal for those living within
With speeding and grinding and squealing and braking The animals there are always awaking
The tree called Madrone with handsome red bark Is bitten by chain rings by day and by dark
The slope so majestic and full of wildflowers Has lost its season of blooming in hours
The man and the woman whose hair has turned gray Afraid to be struck, have both gone away
The dog and the horse in this are alike They run from a speeding and uncontrolled bike
The creeks and the streams all seem to cry out Go away, leave alone, all my rare Steelhead trout
by Terri Alvillar
Too far from the ranger, the rider denies The wet ground from rain having fallen from skies
He lives more for feeling the rush through his veins Than the leaf covered ground and the roots
he disdains
It's all for the fun, he thinks, turning off-road What care I may flatten a snake or a toad
The trail built last year, it has doubled in size Not fun any more, better find a new prize
Taking off through the woods the biker's wheels churn To hell with the flora, I've macho to burn
For nature is challenge, it ain't nothing more If he can't destroy it, life would be a bore
So upward and downward the mountains begin To lose their appeal for those living within
With speeding and grinding and squealing and braking The animals there are always awaking
The tree called Madrone with handsome red bark Is bitten by chain rings by day and by dark
The slope so majestic and full of wildflowers Has lost its season of blooming in hours
The man and the woman whose hair has turned gray Afraid to be struck, have both gone away
The dog and the horse in this are alike They run from a speeding and uncontrolled bike
The creeks and the streams all seem to cry out Go away, leave alone, all my rare Steelhead trout
by Terri Alvillar
