These are the days
That I look to from the winter
No sign now
of the cold and raging winds
My way is easy
no snow or ice to frighten me
No question of my wheels
Slipping on the road
The endless sky is blue
And my ten hills are gentle
The south wind
helps me on my way
Butterflies and honeybees
Are busy on the thistles
Tall grasses, wormwood
And cool green moorland oak leaves
Delight my hand
Reaching as I ride
The soft breeze holds me safely
Deep in the beauty of the day
#poetry
Matthew /
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2024-08-02 08:12:00
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