My father once took my brother and I to ride a four-wheeler
Out behind our church.
My brother bragged about how fast he would ride it.
Eagerly he raced atop it, but did not know how to start it.
So he sat there on the idle four-wheeler, sitting still.
My dad walked over to it and showed him how to start the motor.
It took my brother a few tries to get it going, but once he did he went
Flying over the grassy hills.
He took many twists and turns, and ran the four-wheeler
Up and down the grassy hills.
When he finally came back
He stopped the motor and pulled his helmet off
Grinning from ear to ear
Asking how fast he went.
thoughts on the human spirit
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