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| Mac & Lee at the summit of NW Timber Trail (elevation 1550) |
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| New hand-built trail from East Tiger Summit (elevation 3005) |
The Tiger (My rewrite, with apologies to William Blake)
Tiger, tiger, broke my butt
Riding trails where trees were cut,
Nature carved by human hand
Rode all day why can't I stand?
Riding trails where trees were cut,
Nature carved by human hand
Rode all day why can't I stand?
In what distant deep brain of man
Conceived this gnarly trail plan?
On what planet did he dream?
This hell-of-a downhill scream?
Conceived this gnarly trail plan?
On what planet did he dream?
This hell-of-a downhill scream?
And what the hell did he think
The trees flash by in a blink?
And my heart sped up the beat,
Roots, rocks blurred beneath my feet?
The trees flash by in a blink?
And my heart sped up the beat,
Roots, rocks blurred beneath my feet?
What more roots? And what more rocks?
Will I heal from all these shocks?
What the crazy? What Kung Fu?
Strikes hard my every sinew?
Will I heal from all these shocks?
What the crazy? What Kung Fu?
Strikes hard my every sinew?
When the ascent threw down spears,
I watered the hill with tears,
Did Tiger smile at me?
Nearly conquered it could see?
I watered the hill with tears,
Did Tiger smile at me?
Nearly conquered it could see?
Tiger, tiger, broke my butt
Riding trails where trees were cut,
Nature carved by human hand
Rode all day why can't I stand?
Riding trails where trees were cut,
Nature carved by human hand
Rode all day why can't I stand?
Interested in reading the original poem: The Tiger by William Blake
Tiger beats the shit out of me every time. It's also the only place I've ever ran across a bear by myself. Makes you ponder your continued existence.
ReplyDeleteNow all you're missing is a lion . . . lions and tigers and bears, oh my . . . . butt still hurts
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