TO FLY DOWN A MOUNTAIN: DISABLED AND HANDICAPPED SOARING TO NEW HEIGHTS
Frosty WooldridgeThe summer—no sweeter than ever; The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river, The bighorn asleep on the hill. The strong life that never knows harness; The wilds where the caribou call: The freshness, the freedom, the farness— Oh