Bicycles and MeA Poem by Chris ShawKatie sings of bicycles, nine million in Beijing. Can you imagine all those bells, if they should start to ring? An orchestra's obnoxious sound, a jarring, noisy din. Can you anticipate the hell of parking in that place? You'd need to know your bearings well to find an empty space. And then you'd have the problem of retrieving one you own. How would you find the one that's yours when all of them are cloned? I'm thankful that I've room to move, with air that's clean to breathe. I'm thankful for the birds that sing in woodlands deep in trees. And though I've been and seen Beijing, was pleased that I could go, I couldn't wait to travel home to country views I know.
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36 Reviews Added on April 24, 2018 Last Updated on April 24, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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