With winter’s chill and blustery skies
My e-bike’s fine for exercise.
But when spring comes and weather’s fair,
I ride outside in sunny air.
Yet all too often chores demand
The cycling time that I had planned.
Appointments, deadlines, supersede
My heart’s joy, and my body’s need.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue
And I should like so much to ride,
To have to exercise inside?
With profound respect for Robert Louis Stevenson, whose sentimental yet droll A Child’s Garden of Verses is still one of the best children’s books ever.
©Arnold J. Bradford, 2010.
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