Jake Steele

Period 1
2/22/15

Riders of the Storm

The howling wind and loaming clouds created a monster.
Yearning for exercise on a lazy Sunday,
my father, a furry ball of energy, and I rode to the ridges peak.
The evening smelt of saturated earth
and I could feel the moisture in the air.
The environment was unsettled like an earthquake struck,
yet we were at ease.

Our treads grinded through the damp soil,

Our legs toiled up the crevices,
Our minds; at peace in an atmosphere of disturbance,
Our demons of doubt; lost in our ambition.
We reached the pinnacle.

We watched the scene unfold

like scientists observing a rare phenomena.
The rain clouds pushed through the harbor
and the wind billowed through the hills.
We found tranquility even though nothing was still.
We were riders of the storm.

Jake Steele
Period 1
2/22/15