Spin with the breezes tickling your face,
Warm meadows whispering hellos and goodbyes,
A shadow rider echoing your pace,
Behind waves the wind; ahead, welcome skies.
Spin with the ease of rambling young days,
Spoked wheels caressing the curves of the road,
Or rise in esteem of lofty pathways,
Élan from the push lightening gravity's load.
Spin with your knees: pumping pistons of grace.
Gear up or gear down, using lithe-legged springs.
With a two-haloed angel, it's freedom you chase,
As you glide through the valleys on handlebar wings.
*inspired by Barbara Gorelick "Your Favorite Form of Transportation" contest