My bike ride turn’d into sightseeing.
With viewing that prompted wellbeing.
With colors intense,
On murals immense,
A true rush of Joy guaranteeing.
The problem that comes with high water,
It ceases to stay where it “ought-er.”
Beyond filling tanks,
It’s over the banks,
Requiring reports from flood-spotter.
When needing to make a decision,
Your mind provides you with a vision;
Of outcome that’s best.
You don’t know the rest!
Your guess is the closest precision.
Some route-days are really hard biking.
The effort they take is quite striking.
Does that mean I”m done,
With biking for fun?
Of course not. It’s still to my liking!
When you ride a trail with directions,
Expecting the signs as reflections,
Of where you will go,
And then it’s not so,
You’re likely to have some objections.
Getting the gift of a story told,
You listen close as the words unfold.
Trusted with sharing,
Known to be caring,
This time is surely a “piece-of-gold.”
You’ve gathered the right information,
Put time into your calculation
Of where you must be
And who you can see.
The trip now becomes celebration.
A great joy for me comes from biking.
Though it’s not to everyone’s liking.
Do what is your “Fun,”
You’ll feel like you “Won.”
Brings joy to your life that’s quite striking.
When change comes about and I feel sad,
My boat rocks and things seem to go bad.
And rather than miffed,
Could I find some gift
To name as “Appreciate-launch-pad?”
Commitment is often a hurdle,
Constraining, so much like a girdle.
See how you can fit,
Just one little bit,
To move you; remember a turtle.
So many years now long behind her,
She seeks an apt birthday reminder.
“View what you may see
“As best it can be.”
Who knows what adventures may find her!
When I’ve been away for a long time,
Effective reentry paradigm?
“Reach out and connect.”
Then what I expect—
Connecting returns me to “up-time.”