
BIKING THE RAIN FOREST: NO BRAKE HILL!
In tandem they spin to a non-stop beat
Rubber wheels races against the black tar heat
Sixteen’s, twenty fours, and thirty twos poses as frames
While rewound memories mimic the playful yesteryear
Colorful shirttails frolic with the wind ahead
The skies of blues and whites are my laughter
MANGO! KENIP! JOJO! ARE MY CHEERS!
As we scream and rejoice at this,
"NO BRAKE HILL"!
C.Ebenezer Nisbett dba Esh Vanterpool