BICYCLING POEM: Mother Earth And Her Cycles


Has her cycles
Look out!
her cycles
Don't be a fossil fool
Ride that bike!
Powered by living humans
Not dead relics
Exorcise those fossils, fool!
Ride that bike!
Get that warm feeling
And cool breeze
The perfect combo
Of vigor and refreshment
Ride that bike!
It's in your
And even if it don't make cents
It's in your interest
Do it!
Just cause
Your Momma
Has tolled you too

I wrote this poem at the beginning of season this year. I get great and satisfaction from biking around, human powered, in sync with Mother . I find biking in the city a natural for practicing , simply by of the attention required to stay alive and un-maimed from motor vehicles operated by licensed zombies. I appreciate the exercise that biking affords. As I am in my fourth year without a car, my instinct that my car getting totaled was a has proven true. I am grateful that I can live well with the sometimes inconvenience of not having a car. I feel some with the majority of humankind that doesn't have a motor vehicle. My affair with grows deeper…

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