On the great cycle of life,
I've pedaled hard,
up many a hill,
gasping for breath, skidding down the other side,
grateful for the ease, but
trying not to go off into the ditch.
I spent some time getting bugs in my teeth,
grinning over some doofus man,
but that got.....buggy......
so I settled in for a solo ride.
The scenery has been spectacular,
my stretch of the highway.
I cant get enough of it,
always one more mile to gaze upon,
one more cloud or tree
to make me catch my breath
I'm tiring now as the road yawns ahead,
other cyclists whizzing by.
I leave them to it.
These days, I like to stop and stare,
just be with the clouds and the earth and the sky.
I'm getting into the sidecar now,
for a slower, gentler ride.
I'm going to let God
do the pedaling, now,
to get me to the other side.
For Susan's prompt at Mid-Week Motif: Bicycling. I used to cycle daily in my 40's - I'd head out of town and make an hour and a half round trip, just to find some countryside.......now I have a three wheel cycle, which is precarious enough on these bumpy country roads.