A Poem on Cycling

My bike to me is a thing of joy,
More than just an expensive toy.
It carries me here, and there, and back,
On a road, a lane or cycle track.

I push the pedals and the wheels whizz along,
My heart soars with a joyous song.
Cares pass me by, my mind is clear,
My bike takes me where I choose to steer.

Moving as one in the fresh open air,
A physical exercise without compare.
Cycling keeps me healthy, happy and fit,
Perfect reasons for doing it.

So cycling to me is a wonderful thing,
In summer, autumn, winter and spring.
The hills may be hard with the wind in my face
But cycling is something that I will never replace.