Freedom! The wind in my hair and streets and winding lanes to explore
All the paths cars cannot tread and pedestrians cannot reach!
Skim the dappled sun-streaked pavements under budding trees, soar
Beside seagulls and bare sandy feet, beneath a blue-sky beach;
Wind in lazy sync with swift-flowing sparkling rivers, before
The heavy cool blanket of night sets in, and then whizz along
Under the silent twinkling stars, yellow-lamplit pavements;
Stand, feel the rush of air, and weave through the busy throng.
I’m grateful for bicycles.
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