A Hercules Bicycle Of 1921 Poem by Chan Mongol

A HERCULES BICYCLE OF 1921
Poet Chan Mongol
August 29 of 2019


When we were very little
Dad used to ring his bicycle bell,
For our attention from 300 yards far
I am home, he wanted to tell.

When we were little kids
And played in the yard,
When heard dad's bicycle bell
We ran to him forward.

He lifted us to hug and kiss
That was so divine,
He always rushed to come home
We were the priority for the dad of mine.

In those days, in those people
They didn't have any metallic vehicle,
But only my father had one
Since 1921, his Hercules bicycle!

He taught us how to sit on it
How to hold it tight,
We sat in the front
He concentrated on us alright.

Kids wanted to touch his bike
They were very curious there,
None had a bicycle then
But dad had after the First World War!

The brand was the Hercules
A historical bicycle was well done
All kin had the chance to ride on it
But we lost it in nineteen seventy one.

My old man had tastes for good things
An advanced man as a gentleman soldier,
And one of first buyers of Hercules bicycle
I lost him, homestead, a bicycle in a war.

Dad said often that bicycle wheels beat heels
His was an antique but was very okay,
For over half a century he used the bicycle
And I remember the memory almost every day!