146.) A POEM: Riding my bike

“Riding my bike”

                                      

Riding my bike is what I like to do

Works wonders when I feel a little bit blue

In a forest with trees all around

I really don´t care where I am bound

Enjoy the feeling that my body is moving

I remember times when it was even snowing

Crossing a bridge over a river

Never was much of an Indian giver

Along the river I ride

I know I have nothing to hide

Stop for a rest to contemplate the view

All the colors of a different hue

Riding my bike along the seashore

I really cannot ask for anything more

A forest is also a great place
So quiet and peaceful
Riding my bike and leaving no trace

Through the countryside
a quaint village up ahead
It´s a good moment to stop and clear my head

As I sit contemplating the view
I think how nice it feels to ride my bike
Everything around me is all so new
So why worry and feel so blue

copyright 2012 alan moliner