Fields of wheat, soft as brushed cotton billowing like mothers sheets.
Dog rose, wild geranium and clematis
weaving amongst the apple trees, inspired by discarded cores.
Old rusty rails run adjacent to my bicycle wheels.
kamikaze birds dart across my path and disappear into the undergrowth.
strangers smile and greet me, their moods lightened by the sun.
It must be catching, I smile and pedal on.
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Author:
Naturally Curious (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2021 14:56
- Category: Nature
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A yes those summers cycle rides along country lanes.... memories, oh to be there again.
Takes me back to my country cycling days in the UK- the best of times.
Neatly and evocatively expressed.
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A really lovely poem catching a scene of life. I enjoyed it very much
Super words, those rides (or in my case walks) with nature can be so wonderful and uplifting.
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Thank you, I wrote it whilst I was still out cycling. I just had to get it on to paper, so I found a nice bench and the thoughts tumbled out 🙂
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