THE BICYCLE
With lifted feet, hands still,
I am ready to go downhill.
Swifter and then more swift,
Till my heart with a mighty lift
Makes me laugh and then cry,
Is this, is this your joy?
“Oh bird, see, I too can fly!
Speed slackens now, I float,
Happy in my airy boat.
Till, when the wheels just crawl
My feet to the treadles fall.
I come to a stop again,
Thank you, God, for bicycles,
And my most sincere, Amen.
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My adaptation of a poem in the public domain by Henry Charles Beeching, (15 May 1859 – 25 February 1919) a British clergyman, author, and poet,
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