Downhill on a Bicycle


With lifted feet, hands still,

I am poised and down the hill

Part, with heedful mind:

The air goes by in a wind.

Swifter and yet more swift

Till the heart with a mightly lift

Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry…

‛O bird, see, see, bird, I fly!’

Is this, is this your joy?

O bird, then I, thought a boy,

For a golden moment share

Your feathery life in air.

By H C Beeching      


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