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Stopping by the Lake on a Sunday Morning

  • mtbjohn
  • 5 days ago
  • 1 min read

Life in the Bike Lane

Tom Frady


With sincere apologies to Robert Frost:


What road is this I think I know

Not sure if it’s McCourtney though

No one will see me stopping here

To catch my breath before I go


My trusty old bicycle must think it strange

To stop with no bathroom in range

Between the woods and trestle bridge

Oops, I think I just dropped my chain.


I give my addled brain a shake

And ask if there is a mistake

The only other sound’s the whisper

Of easy wind at Far West Lake


The road is lovely, cars go beep

But I have promises to keep

And donuts to eat before I sleep

And donuts to eat before I sleep

 
 
 

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