Bike Ride

The wind is on my back,

pushing me forward relentlessly.

I keep the bike on track,

As it tries to fall so profusely.

The sun is to my left,

dazzlingly gold and bright. 

I see hills with a cleft,

though the gap is rather tight.

The hills are so green,

filled with luscious grass. 

Such a pleasant scene,

some true peace at last.

I long to sit atop that place,

to be sitting there at either end.

seeing both sides of that lovely space,

just to see how my writing may bend. 

I haven't described the other view,

the one out to the right.

The one woven from mechanical glue,

the one which gives me fright. 

Looking there a car speeds by,

causing a wobble of my staunch bike.

One false move could see me die,

An event I would surely dislike.

Though I continue and today survive,

I know not where I go. 

All I can know is that I will arrive,

unless my heart does slow. 

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

I like this poem. :) The rhyming is always perfect and you've described an ordinary event in a unique way. Well done. :)

One false move could see me die,
An event I would surely dislike. stay safe :)

[7ofspades]

i love the two opposing scenes-how the less desirable one is presented later..and how you contrast them by physically placing them to either side of the narrator. great work!