THE MAGIC BIKE


I came upon it rather,

By chance,

Or was it destiny?

There alone it was upright in the woods,

Beckoning,

Silently,

A lone bike eager for life.

To ride or not,

Was not a question,

For when I got on,

We coursed to parts unknown,

Now “my bike” and me.

And I have never looked back,

Nor been the same.

To my magic bike,

I gave the name,

Excalibur!




Author’s Note: This poem was inspired by the photo, by my friend, Troy Carr, of what was his bike just standing there all by itself.

tom tenbrunsel

Poet Laureate of Cycling

*photo by Troy

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