It was a balmy night – so mild
When four of us set off on the Mild-to-Wild
Through valleys, up hills,
over rocks and landfills.
City lights illuminated the night
At some stage we heard a nightjar on our right
The grasslands burnt and green
We could just make out: sprigs pushing through – oh so keen.
As the evening progressed
The creeping-in cold made us reluctant to rest
We cycled on and on
Until 41 km were gone!
Thanks again Oupa Gert
For leading us each on our wheeled ‘perd’
We had a wonderful time
And that’s the end of this rhyme!