So mounting life we’ll screech and ride and burn
careering round the country without lights
we’ll roll our bikes get up and spit and learn
and dash on through the dark dragging our rights.
When we are younger helmets guard our thought
as down those lethal hills we shift and fly
our heads are strong our muscles flexed and tort
as hairpins bend and buzz us round and by.
Chicanes defied we leap our faith and nerve
and pay no heed to riders left or felled
unhindered by the boulders and the curb
past flags and friends as though we are propelled.
When whipped and lapped by attitude we swear
at step and crossroads, brake and all but chunder;
footfaulting in our sudden wheel of care
we grip the bars to stop us going under.
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carefree youth.. sigh where does it go? Nice one Julia
Ah yes, but actually, I remember a lot of angst too.
too much so. I would not want to go back..nope
Oh yes. I did some pretty mad things on pushbikes. Just as well I never had a motorbike. I wouldn’t be here to tell the tale.
Cue for a bike story?
I’ve got a good one about riding a bike down a slide in a playground….
I had to read this one twice – good work – thought provoking.
hi there, i have nominated you for the liebster award! http://wp.me/p2GxHb-1I0
Thank you beautiful Morrighan x
aww, you are very welcome beautiful julie dean! 🙂
You brought to mind when one of our children was attempting flight by bike, down a very fast hill, A neighbors mail box stopped them. After checking out the child, We all went to repair the mailbox (on a post) that suffered more damage than the child.
Thank you for your visit. 🙂
I remember such a time – my little girl careering down a hill on her bike in an effort to save her brother who had forgotten he had brakes.
Wonder-full!