Pedaling On A Rough Country Lane Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

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Pedaling on a rough country lane,
Grueling path with see-steeps and saw-troughs,
Running between a small town and a hamlet,
Imbibing the reaches of pastoral farmland
Inhaling the herbs were you in a spa bath,
To ride full-breast August being my aim!

My wheels would be wobbling,
Sometimes jammed by sand;
Next time I'd be rushing headlong downslope;
A bird would shoot up as if slung by a rope. -
So, rode I heartfelt, evocative upland,
My cantering bike scintillating and bobbing!

20/08/2018