THREE TIMES A DAY AND SOMETIMES MORE
I GET ON MY EXERCISE BIKE AND RIDE OUT OF THE DOOR
I FEEL THE SUN ON MY BACK AND THE WIND IN MY HAIR
I PEDAL AND PEDAL INDOORS NEXT TO MY CHAIR
THE FASTER I PEDAL MY IMAGINATION RUNS WILD
I PASS PLOUGHED FIELDS AND PATHS WITH STYLES
A TRAIN IN THE DISTANCE SOMEONE WAVES
COWS LOOK UP DISGRUNTLED WHERE THEY LAZE
STRAWBERRIES AND BLACKCURRANTS READY TO PICK
I JUST MISS AN OLD MAN WITH HIS WALKING STICK
ONWARD I PEDAL THE SUN IS BEARING DOWN HOT
THE HORSES ARE OUT FOR THEIR MORNING TROT
CORN FIELDS ARE REALLY NEEDING A GOOD RAIN
I PULL ON THE BRAKES AND HEAD DOWN A LANE
HEDGEGROWS WITH POPPIES, BUTTERFLIES AND BEES
AS I CYCLED ON IN THE LOVELY WARM BREEZE
I COME TO A CHURCH THE DOOR IS CLOSED
IT LOOKS VERY SAD AS IF TIME HAS FROZE
BUT SOMEONE HAS CARED FOR ALL THE GRAVES
SOME DAY SOON IT WILL BE OPEN FOR PRAISE
Maureen Brown 2020