Ah, do you remember that very first thrill?
Moving faster and faster still.
Faster, faster down that hill.
We crawl, we walk, then ride a bike.
push those pedals with all our might!
Faster, faster than the speed of light.
Oh, how you soar, now so very free
when training wheels come off – finally!
Faster and faster, excitedly!
First time they let go, you ride alone!
On shaky wheels, into the unknown!
Faster, faster you’re almost grown!
I can remember that very first thrill!
The first time I rode my bike down that hill!
The wind in my hair, the world all a blur.
My bicycling love started there, for sure!
Over at Poets United the topic is Midweek Motif – bicycling. For me that brought instant memories of racing down the street competing with the neighbourhood kids… Scraping my knees when learning to ride without holding on to the handlebars… A smell of summer, and a smell of innocence.