One up, one down,
Both legs respond,
A pounding rhythm,
A painful bond.
Each breath a war,
Filled with blood,
Each inch a mile,
Against a flood.

But there it is,
Hope is near,
The hill is passed,
Homeward I steer.
Soft smooth tar,
From dark to light,
Easy going,
Careless flight.

Wind in hair,
Sun on face,
This reward well suited,
To what I faced.