Spin

Written by: sidewalker 1

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,
√Član 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