Adjusting the gears and then the seat
Peddling through traffic on the concrete street
Soon all the “city” noises will soften . . . will cease
As I get on the path and hear the quiet peace
The exchange of the views and the sounds
A completely different world . . . it surrounds
Taking me inside so I can feel
Nature’s beauty and all her appeal
The wind talking to me through bushes and trees
Branches dancing and waving creating a cool breeze
The birds some I see . . . but some are obscure
But the songs they are singing just add to the allure
It’s early yet . . . so few flowers are in full bloom
But in a month or so all will change I presume
I hear the rustle of branches and for a moment . . . I fear
But then I see it’s nothing more . . . than a beautiful deer
The time just flies and I can hardly believe
After miles upon miles it’s time for me to leave
It’s really a magical place here in the woods
So much better than riding in neighborhoods!
Oooooh - I just took a mental image bike ride! :) I love looking for the hidden birds in the woods. Such a lovely ride, through your poetic words!
ReplyDeleteLynn, I felt like I was riding beside you - what a great descriptive poem you have woven. The peace and quiet is one of the reasons I love living "in the woods". Everything seems so much more vivid and magical.
ReplyDeleteRiding in the country is a wonderful escape from the city. You have described it perfectly. Glad the rustle was a deer and not a snake slithering across your path. I need to get out on my bike.
ReplyDeleteThe wind talking to me through bushes and trees
ReplyDeleteBranches dancing and waving creating a cool breeze...
I rode with you Lynn,
Bonnie
What a wonderful place you just showed us in the poem! I love those last two lines "It’s really a magical place here in the woods/So much better than riding in neighborhoods!" And I like the way you went into & then out-a real story of your ride.
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