Day 4 – Cavalier – Moon (the Dreaming Path)

That muddy hill seemed long
as my bike hurtled along.
We were playing at cavaliers.
I was way out at the front
shifting my gears,
yelling a homespun song.
The bike was my horse
(imagined of course),
it was half a mile
to the gates,
slammed shut in my track,
level crossings were always my curse.
A steam train was coming fast.
The centuries mixed
as my wheels spun around.
I skidded and fell on my arse,
straight into the ancient past.
I haven’t got back
Cromwell won’t give me a pass!

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