Me and My Bike

Beneath a perpetual sky Longing to perceive nature’s sigh, In lanes of sparkling morning dew Before ‘Draughton village’ we view. Thunder lightning hoarfrost and hail Sunbaked days when coasting the dale, ‘Bolton Abbey’ stone throw from home Muscles taut, like a garden gnome. West wind howling hard to face When 'Crindles Hill’ did slow the pace, Delightful scene when on the crest Downward cruise gratifying rest. This green bike bought from ‘Uncle Cliff’ Dreams fulfilled with chain driven diff, Simple, yet it was nature’s plan This childhood journey that began! © Harry J Horsman 2012