Cycling by Keith D Allison   For those who know the forging of metal powered by the engine of human flesh the rhythm of the wheels they can speak to the soul the breeze upon the face the dancing of the mind pushing for its gold whether caught in the morning rays or in the fragrance of the evening light each mile captures the glory of its song 06/14/2015 Author's Note: there is something about a bicycle Posted on 06/14/2015 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/16/15 at 06:15 PM Good capture Keith. At 57 I still cycle. Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/22/15 at 03:24 AM Amen. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)