The fields of smiling suns
And the rise of road to sky
Flowers my imagination
Spinning carbon or steel
The climb rises in tremolo
With the beat of my heart
And the Divine aficionado
Out of the saddle I stand
On a long day suffered
The line between pedal
And of shoe is blurred
Tapping out a lively rhythm
The pace of quickened tempo
(Or the tempo sets the pace)
On a summit crescendo
I hear the roaring thunder
Of a monumental score
Dancing on the pedals
This road is my dance floor
1 comment:
Nice poem Dave!
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