The Dying Days of Summer

The Dying days of summer

In the dying days of summer 
When the morning’s lost its chill, 
You’ll see the supascootateers
On a Margate bush track, still
Enjoying riding together,
Pitting experience and skill
Against that of Mother Nature,
Descending the bushland hill,
Through the bracken and trees
To bayside waters where they will
Pause one more time and reflect
On the wonders, enjoying their fill.

Bill Edmunds
February 24, 2025
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