This poem is a short prayer for Canadian riders in winter.
by susan © 2022
when we are too long inside
we get depressed and miss our rides
the days drag on, there’s too much snow
on roads, trails and tracks we’d rather go
but spring is not that far away
soon we’ll all be out to play
doing wheelies, riding twisties
makes my eyes get kinda misty
so count the sleeps before we can
go braaap and vrooom, be louder than
“c’mon sun, be quick” we pray
so rideless we won’t have to stay
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