Monday, March 21, 2016

Spring Cyclist


The birds seem to glide
Past me as I ride
My bicycle down the road.

Soft clouds gently hide
The sun as I ride
My bicycle down the road.

Tree after tree waves to me;
Flowers turn to smile at me;
And the cool breezes
Help me get home.
The sweet gentle showers
With mystical powers
Give the Spring
A taste of joy
Never known.




All worries aside
For me as I ride
My bicycle down the road.


Enjoy the Ride!
4-17-73






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