The Bike Path Poem by Richard Lackman

On a clear October day I peddle all my cares away
Through the vineyard, down the hill, around the curve, beside the mill
My bike is light with gears so spaced to conquer all the hills I face
My tires planted on the road, thin but strong to bear the load

The trail ascends in wondrous form, the gravel thin and brown and warm
Trees and flowers stand in line each one helping to define
The path through forest, field and town, some unknown and some renowned
Yet all contribute to the ride, a graceful motion unified

What better way to spend my time than passing through this scene sublime
Committed to the course and pace with not a worry on my face
Now as my ride comes to an end, I'll wait to see around the bend
But I'll come back another day and once again I'll find my way.