and whispers float faintly on the breeze...

(blue flash rides
with the bike, against the bike
with himself, against...)

(fights weather too
glorious sun days
are few for you)

(i think of hangmanstone
sharp right
past purple flowers
farm track)

(pay respects
walk and rest)

(don't forget
the stone
is by the crossroads...)

(fast down
past roman fort
of old
alone)

(turn sharp again
mind the gravel
no flinching here
high melton
and home)

(but this day the blue flash
rides for me)