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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn, Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn. I reached a field of the kids little League. Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue. The train passed by lakes of Croton Falls, At Ten Mile River I heard a bird’s calls At Wassaic, calmed down on Deep Hollow Road, By purple flowers, a little stream flowed. I cycled due west, for an outdoor transfusion. Wethersfield like Brigadoon, but not an illusion. Up its hill I pedaled, a knight on a quest, But the statues of centaurs looked unimpressed. Fountains flowed and flowers bloomed bright, Well-dressed couples in the courtyards admired the sight. More statues, eagles and children and men Could have spent more time, but if not now, when? I took Schaefer Road, counted side roads till the fourth. Then zoomed on the asphalt, on Smithfield Road north. But what goes down must go up, to switch valleys you climb, Though conversely what ascend must descend, in time. [chorus] When the roads are quiet, and above hawks play. Down I swoop, a nearsighted bird of prey. Fields spread wide, like a golden sea, New places to explore, calling to me. Skipped Salisbury, entered Sharon, took highway 41. To Amenia and Hitchcock Corners, a load of fun Down one last hill, was it me who gave a shout? Stood on my pedals, like a kid let out. [end] Back in Wassaic, out drained the ninja esthetic. Now back to my life, but that’s not so pathetic. Six days I work, putting food on the table. Then I’m a weekend warrior, to ride into this fable.
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