Ragged Out Rider

He sat upon the start-line with his neck all wet with fear.

The pride he’d gain from this one jump would last him all the year.

He glanced at all the gathered crowd who came to watch him ride.

If he failed to do this one great thing, he’d lose more than his hide.

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He revved the engine once or twice, the sound it made was right.

His helmet was securely on his head and his jacket zipped up tight.

He stared right down the run they’d made and focused on his prize.

The things they’d found for him to jump were not all unisized.

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When the starter yelled and blew the horn, he tore off down the line.

He made the jump and landed well and all in all went fine.

But when he heard his father shout, he knew he was in deep,

For the field it was his father’s and the things he jumped were sheep.

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