just passed mile forty
girly bits are telling me
let's stop for ice cream
Lisa
My mountain dulcimer network...FOTMD.com...and my mountain dulcimer blog
My personal blog:My blog
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Cycling, oh what joy
How I want to buy more toys
It's in my blood now
As we must account for every idle word, so must we account for every idle silence." ~Benjamin Franklin
When on bike I fly
in my mind I fall to earth
Legs work well I'm safe
Hear the crisp click of
brass cleats in steel eggbeaters
round and round and round...
The wind is blowing
get down in the drops and pull
use your very core.
Gravel under tires
hear pebbles' sharp staccato
and sandy white noise.
I ride to be one
with the wind blowing through me
and the rain's kisses.
We fight against the
wind itself, but how to live
without the in/out?
Lungs pull it in, deep
and I am renewed by it
in spite of itself.
rise from my saddle
steel frame flexing under me
skipping up the hills
Lisa
My mountain dulcimer network...FOTMD.com...and my mountain dulcimer blog
My personal blog:My blog
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