Bike Trail

Found a pump and cleaned the chain,

Been 5 years, I’m on the trial again.

New faces, bikes, on our cycle way.

Cool morning but now, a sunny day.

Crunch of gravel, wind through the hair,

Well what’s left, let’s be fair.

Folk outdoors to see what’s up.

Mum, dad, the kids, and mind the pup.

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Leaving town, past gardens, trees.

Young folk pass me, take their ease.

Once that was me, I’d show them how

But I ride and style, I am older now.

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Breathe in, 1st bridge, I’m at the top.

A photograph, I have to stop.

Rest in peace, boats on the hard.

Untold tales an old shipyard.


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Through farmland, quail with tiny feet,

Dash together, an urgent bleat.

Follow the leader, leader a rush and gone.

I’m panting now, but I pedal on.

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Snowy clouds and large blue skies.

A pony, still, with soft brown eyes.

Third cattle stop, I’ve passed the test.

Now homewards, up the hill, and rest.

Published by davidlegge

Photography, poetry, culture, whimsy, Thames New Zealand

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