Cyclist
Cyclist
Shiny tan and gleaming skin
Flying colors, dressed to win
Squinty eyes, meaty thighs
Driving rain is no demise
On they go, pushing on
Cyclists’ journey never done
Adrenaline and rush begin
Swoosh and spin, there is no end
Make the turn, pump up again
Feel the burn spin, spin
Feel no pain, love the rain
Brush back the corporal drain
Hunker down, this hill will burn
For that feeling, always yearn
Watch that branch at the pass
Thirst is building, start to gasp
Now alas the hill has come
Sweet deliverance has been won
Love the glide, feel the ride
Arms out wide, breeze goes by
Keen to the wheeling
Leave the body reeling
Each day come into being
Just to feel that feeling
-M. Jacobs
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