BIKE

Cherry
Pick of the Month

By Parson Thru

Thu, 04 Mar 2021
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10 comments
 

Come on BIKE

And set me free

From this old place

The way you did so long ago

 

Let me sit astride you

Fill your tank

Feel your elemental surge

Propel me out of here

 

It doesn’t matter

That the myriad labouring

Of parts falls short of the idea

The same is true of life itself

 

Come on BIKE

Get me out of here

Certificate U
Poem
Mortality Games
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Ewan on

On The Road, perhaps.

One day, amigo mio.

 

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Cheers, amigo.

Much appreciated.

Too right. It's time.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Spring is coming Parson. Biking weather soon I hope!

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi insert. Let's hope!! X

Parson Thru

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Blummin' 'eck!

Insert! I'm so sorry. I haven't had time to think!

Thank you so much, POM-picker!

I'm very grateful.

Parson Thru

Submitted by celticman on

I'm a bike man, too, wheeee. (only slower than that). 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks celt. Brum, brum!

Parson Thru

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Missed this when it first posted but so glad I found it now- Imagining you're riding through the countryside with lovely blue sky and sun kissed breezes in spring time abandon and definitely - getting out of there-smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Penny4athought. Just come back from doing that, in fact. Chatting with old bike men and women in a market square over the hills and far away. I'm really surprised and chuffed to get the pick. Thank you, whoever, for your generosity.

Parson Thru