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Bicycle

For two years I lived in England on the edge of The River Cam.

With Cambridge U next door, I felt a persistent urge to explore.

I didn’t need a car, there was no place that far where I needed to be.

A bike seemed just right, so I made a deal for a pair of wheels.

The abandonment of the automobile had a brand-new feel.

I no longer avoided rush hour. The bikers had waited all day

To go to the campus to play. Impromptu races were the order

Of the day. Now travelling on the same level as those who

Walked, I had plenty of time to talk. The shopkeepers had their

Peepers peeled on my bike and me. Coffee in the morning and

wine at night kick started goings and comings just right. Of all

The jewels in the UK, it's fair to say that biking in Cambridge is

More than O.K.

H.G. Wells: “Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer

Despair for the future of the human race.





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Your poem brings a a sense of calm and appreciation for the "slow lane" and the beauty of Cambridge. Keep 'em coming, Glen !

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suegwool
suegwool
05 nov 2021

Another favorite. A deft glimpse of all a bicycle can bring. Dear Glen, your immortality is assured. Keep riding that bicycle of the mind and keep writing. Much love xoxoxo

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