Riding Cycles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding Cycles



Golden helmets sitting on the side of a boat, waiting for
someone to place them on their heads and climb upon a
motorcycle.

Racing around the streets, not caring if the wind blows
around their heads.

Sitting proudly, riding joyfully down paved and unpaved

Saturday, May 31, 2014
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