The Retired Bloke

Pumped Up

I felt as though

I was flying through the air

Without a care in the world

Trees and hedges 

Passed in a blur

Hills seemed flatter

Slopes seemed faster

I could raise my eyes

From endless grey tarmac

Take in the mist

Far back in the distance

Have the breath

To engage in light chatter

On subjects irrelevant

Really didn’t matter

But the freedom felt liberating

Almost exhilarating 

To a point where

I didn’t want it to end

I couldn’t comprehend

The incredible difference 

The lack of feeling

Of trudging through treacle 

Of aching limbs

Of feeling unable

To keep up with my mate

On our biking date

I couldn’t believe

That a little more air

Pumped in the tyre

Could reignite my fire

My long lost desire

To enjoy the release

That notion of peace

Of riding my bike

In God’s country. 



  • Neville

    a good lungful of the stuff makes ya realise your alive , dunnit... a delightful reflection my friend and one I can certainly relate to...

    • The Retired Bloke

      Certainly does. Thanks for your comments.

      • Neville

        my pleasure entirely

      • orchidee

        A fine write RB. Ask a politician to blow up your tyres next time. They're always full of hot air, so it's said!

        • The Retired Bloke

          I may just do that!!!!

          • orchidee

            Yep, reckon they'll have enough hot air for ya!

          • Goldfinch60

            That air is so important in our lives in so many ways. Glad you had a great day.

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