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.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday I went with my mates on a bike ride to Marsden via a two mile hill up to Crosland Moor. Before setting off I decided to give my tyres a little more air than normal. Well I couldn’t believe the difference. Normally I am just looking forward to getting home and crash out exhausted. Yesterday it felt like I had an electric motor on board. I hadn’t enjoyed a bike ride so much for years. It made me think what a difference a little more air made.
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Comments3
a good lungful of the stuff makes ya realise your alive , dunnit... a delightful reflection my friend and one I can certainly relate to...
Certainly does. Thanks for your comments.
my pleasure entirely
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!
I may just do that!!!!
Yep, reckon they'll have enough hot air for ya!
That air is so important in our lives in so many ways. Glad you had a great day.
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