Hammer
05-04-2008, 02:58 PM
Sometimes a person entertains themself in weird ways while they run or bike. The wind was fairly fierce, well most of the last week... So I didn't imagine that it'd matter if I had an mp3 player along for a ride last week. Usually I don't bring tunes so that I can hear traffic behind me. On windy days anything to dull the roar is welcome, I often can't hear cars when I'm heading into the wind. It took me better than a half hour to go 5 miles into the wind. Blah. The wind was 23-35 mph or something like that.
The battery in my mp3 player died after 30 minutes. So, I was coming up with lines of prose inspired by the ride. I decided to attempt a sonnet. I may send it to Garrison Keillor the next time he has a poem writing contest. :D While it's not Shakespeare, I think that it's fun.
I would've ridden more, but I was getting really hungry as I neared my house.
Here's the poem, I hope you like.
A Short Bicycle Ride.
Southeastern wind, you're a fairweather foe.
Though you're not as cold as a northern breeze,
the challenge posed you must certainly know.
Facing down wind, careful I aim a sneeze.
My lungs heave, ears are ringing and legs burn.
What doesn't kill me will make me stronger.
When, oh when will I reach that bloody turn?
I'm strong, I can last a little longer.
A nylon strap keeps whipping my right ear.
My halfway point is marked by a green sign
Despite stronger gusts it keeps drawing near.
Crosswinds make it tough to keep a straight line..
I get the last laugh, and won't take more flack.
Instead you will push me all the way back.
The battery in my mp3 player died after 30 minutes. So, I was coming up with lines of prose inspired by the ride. I decided to attempt a sonnet. I may send it to Garrison Keillor the next time he has a poem writing contest. :D While it's not Shakespeare, I think that it's fun.
I would've ridden more, but I was getting really hungry as I neared my house.
Here's the poem, I hope you like.
A Short Bicycle Ride.
Southeastern wind, you're a fairweather foe.
Though you're not as cold as a northern breeze,
the challenge posed you must certainly know.
Facing down wind, careful I aim a sneeze.
My lungs heave, ears are ringing and legs burn.
What doesn't kill me will make me stronger.
When, oh when will I reach that bloody turn?
I'm strong, I can last a little longer.
A nylon strap keeps whipping my right ear.
My halfway point is marked by a green sign
Despite stronger gusts it keeps drawing near.
Crosswinds make it tough to keep a straight line..
I get the last laugh, and won't take more flack.
Instead you will push me all the way back.