Two Wheels Poem by Michael Hall

Snaking South on Serendipity Lane,
Never to Taste this Chance Again.
Fallen Leaves Autumnal Brown,
Stirred-up as we Whisk Freepeddle Down.

Practiced Cadence, Widthless Tyre,
Trailing Wind, Catching a Flyer.
Means to Roam, Time to Travel,
Enjoying the Binds of Life Unravel

Desire Drives each Pressing Pedal,
Not Rainbow Jersey or Olympic Medal;
The Perfect Pub, a Lifetimes Search,
Aching to Cure Unquenchable Thirst.

Unlikely Fortune Stumbled to this,
A Stubborn Slice of Historical Bliss.
A Forgotten Gem of Worthy Applause,
With a West Country Castle Embossed on its Walls.

At Journeys End; My Holy Grail,
Imbibe These Lips with Real Ale.
Gravity Drawn; My Favourite Beer;
An Accidental Antidotal Awe Inspiring Beer!