Tuesday Night Ride
This time each year, It just never fails All I can think of is riding the trails. I ride ‘em each summer, But not early spring: Try to stick to the gravel, But that’s not my thing.
Finally, time’s come To tell brothers and sisters, All your friends' children, The misses and misters, “We’ve picked up the windfalls And blown trails quite clean. Now they’ve dried For the first ride Of twenty eighteen.” Ascutney Trails, main parking lot at 5:45 Tuesday!