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THE UNKNOWN
In a small Northern Ontario town,
On a Sunday morning, the air is crisp.
Awakened by the sound of revving engines,
Unaware of what lies in the mist.
Friends and I roared down a wilderness
road.
Reaching the wooden cabin before ten o'clock,
Our ski-doo club was in need of great
repair.
To work we went, fighting against the
clock.
Packing our stuff, heading back to town,
We'd stopped for gas and chatted a while.
Driving away, side by side on a gravel
road,
At speeds of 60 MPH, we felt free and
wild.
A moment of inattention and my fate was
sealed.
Looming straight ahead of me was a hydro
post.
Steering the motorbike between the post
and the wire,
In the air I went, hoping for the most.
Tall, wheat-like grass lay ahead of me,
My back wheel connected with a hidden
rock.
I catapulted through the air like a trapeze
artist.
Upon impact, numbness left me in a state
of shock.
Left paralyzed from the waist down,
I'm learning a new way of life.
It has been twenty-six long years,
With every passing day, I'm holding on.
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