Cycle Path

Along the highways and the byways of the cycle path,
The flowers in bloom, the trees in bud,
Quiet and calm; or at full speed
We whizz along our cycling path.

Feeling high or feeling low,
Get on your bike and see where you'll go.
Up the dale or in the town,
The cycling path is the way to go.
So look out that rusty bike.
A good clean up and off we go.

Chrome all shining, brakes all oiled,
Pick a place or go on spec..
Picnic packed or just a flask,
Just enjoy that cycle path.

Angela Bellamy

First Published in MACLA News Magazine No.8 Autumn 2002