National Poetry Day

Big Wib

Apparently that's today, so in an honour, a poem by some bloke with an unfortunate name pinched shamelessly from this website :
http://www.bicyclinglife.com/NewsAndViews/BikePoetry.htm

Bicycle commute

Stillness returns as I retrace the path
Daily rhythms hold at workday close.

Spirit wind is a constant companion.
Even when the leaves are idle,
The breathe of life is called forth
By the joy of movement.

Time is irrelevant, the sun moves
The mind to reflect on the day
As gravel stones sing a broken melody
And the horizon communicates purpose.

Machine, sacred ring of Black Elk's vision
Revealed in steel and sweat.

Alan Bender
Volga, SD

Wallace1492

Poem for Gaz:

I cycle up and down the road,
To try and lose my enormous load.
The days I spend busily pedalling,
The nights with my bike always fettling.
My thighs are now made of steel,
And I have had my last Happy Meal.
I have become an inspiration,
To those across this great nation.
For cycling has proved to be,
The best thing ever to happen to me.

Belv

There was a bike rider from York,
Who rode with a carbon fork,
His frame: aluminium
Component weight: minimum
And his handlebar tape made of cork.