Biking On The Canal

Legs pump with ease on my twenty-six speed

Cruise past bearded men casting fishing poles,

Helmet and Diamondback are all I need

To accomplish my thirty mile goal.

A duck quacks anxiously from in the reeds

As my bike rattles through a ragged hole;

Carefree days like this entice me to stay

On the Canal pedaling stress away.

Proceeding cautiously I touch my brakes

While approaching an elderly pair;

They walk in repose, I soon overtake,

Going round them with exceptional care.

Pebbles in the road cause my bike to shake,

I regain balance with fabulous flair.

Sunday rides on the Canal clear my mind,

I let down my hair and slowly unwind.

A young family is ahead on the trail,

Dad's pushing a stroller, son's on his bike.

I move to their left just missing a nail,

Ride by a pony-tailed girl on her trike.

A schooner cruises past in billowed sail

Fighting the fast current, stubborn waves spike.

So awesome to have this in my locale;

Life in motion on the Cape Cod Canal.

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