Forever Reaching Road

Bicycling Poetry

As the wheels wend
And the spokes sparkle
Riding the blinding bend
Past the bushes blurring
Around green trees turning
The wildlife watch
The cyclists cruising
The forever reaching road
They breathe the fine freedom
Ride for the seductive speed
Expand their conquered kingdom
The journey fills a never-ending need
Every mile post past
You wish it would longer last.
So when near the destination draws
It is only work and life laws
For which we angle around,
From the forever reaching road.