Downhill Race

Having gained the top

of the sheep-cropped hill

we paused

to rest in the bracken

and we gazed at the ocean

below

and then I got to thinking

of God

and creation

a dig in the ribs

from my brother

fetched me round

now up and away

the sentence trailing behind him

let's run like hell to the bottom

o we did laugh

as we ran

tripping over our feet

stumbling and tumbling

we arrived

on the beach

we fell on the sands

and laughed even more

each to each

holding our ribs

which were aching

and sore

o we did laugh

on the beach

each to each

it mattered not

who was first

to that place

pure joy

was the winner

of our downhill race

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