When Young, He Sprung On Cloven Hooves Poem by Dan Reynolds

When Young, He Sprung On Cloven Hooves



When young, he sprung on cloven hooves
scaling crags and cliffs with ease
ricocheted down waterfalls
with ne'er a slip nor slide.
Ascending or descending
like a puppet, safely strung,
no risk, no fear, no worries
when the challenge meets the young.

And now he feels the ladder shake
when barely past, the second rung.

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