At The Bike Park

At the Bike Park

Kaspar Hayes

I hear

The slow rumble of the chairlift

The clanks of the bikes zooming down the hill

The loud shouts of the people from the bar

At the Bike Park

I see

The bikers soaring through the air like birds

The pine trees swaying in the gusts of wind

The smiles of the kids biking along the path with a puffed parent dashing behind

At the Bike Park

I feel

The sun rays beating down upon me

The crunch of the gravel underneath my feet

The cool breeze against my cheeks

At the Bike Park

I want

To taste the juicy bacon between my teeth

To fly down the trail like a cheetah

To watch people go down with all their might

At the Bike Park

I wonder

When I will be lifted to the top next

If I will ever do the deathifying zipline

How high I will soar on the next jump

At the Bike Park