Wheels

Yesterday we had a great email from Robert who, following a bike-car accident, decided to put pen to paper and write a poem about the experience. Thankfully this accident hasn't put Robert off cycling and he says that he often has illuminating thoughts while he's out on his bike.

Wheels

The other day when out about
On wheels with spokes and legs with clout
I came upon a narrow pass
Where patience was as thin as glass

Opposing cars with missions clear
Approached both sides so very near
Their focus it had made them blind
Nothing ahead nothing behind

Squeeze imminent raised no alarm
Plain ignorance it gave false calm
For metal skin, gas under foot
Protected them from reasoned look

My handle bar, a useful bit
Just whipped away as quick as quick
My course an unplanned tumbling zed
Such things they often leave you dead

Laid out upon tar carpet harsh
With fingers raw and bruis’ed arse
Sprang up, gave them a fierce declaim
Oh driving skills insane insane

Maimed bike with cables all askew
Dragged home, a project to renew
My body though lies not in state
Still tough as nails at sixty-eight

Tomorrow on I’ll fly a flag
A red balloon, a ribbon rag
I’ll chose the footpath with discretion
Avoiding nasty tumbling session

And for escapee, note this well
Please see the flag and hear the bell
Neglect not then the view ahead
Refrain from planting foot of lead

One day you may enjoy the air
And understand the cyclist’s glare
Try cycling it’s not a sin
Be healthy, rich, avoid the gym

By Robert

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