Just made this up for this thread.
Every day
The same old thing
The loudness, stress.
The phones that ring.
The irate people
The demanding boss
Good days go by
It's such a loss.
The time clock says
My shift is due
It's time for me--
For me and you.
Our trusty bikes
We'll take a ride.
A time to chill,
Put things aside.
The air so crisp,
We'll feel the wind.
The relaxation can
Finally set in.
No pressure here,
There's no more noise.
This bike's part me
And not "a toy".
The beauty in
This place around
I see and hear
The natural sounds.
There is no end
To where we'll go
As time can't stop-
A true cyclist knows.
I hope I was man enough!
Siu Blue Wind