THE BICYCLE

With lifted feet, hands still,

I am ready to go downhill.

Swifter and then more swift,

Till my heart with a mighty lift

Makes me laugh and then cry,

Is this, is this your joy?

“Oh bird, see, I too can fly!

Speed slackens now, I float,

Happy in my airy boat.

Till, when the wheels just crawl

My feet to the treadles fall.

I come to a stop again,

Thank you, God, for bicycles, 

And my most sincere, Amen.

 

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My adaptation of a poem in the public domain by Henry Charles Beeching, (15 May 1859 – 25 February 1919) a British clergyman, author, and poet,

  

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