Years ago three thousand tons
Would move with wind
Human sweat, toil and sails
A ship would ply the oceans.
Then the engine came called horse power
One hundred of them would push a barge
Ten thousand tons to wait for tide
And make its way no matter wind.
Now I ride and sweat and toil
Pushing against the wind with 1/5th a horse
And 5 times the speed against the wind
Carrying a pound of water.
Every angle, every lee, I feel to gain
Some respite from the slog of gale
Yet smile and marvel at this
Contraption called a bike.
The bike can carry its motor
Faster than we care to think
Much easier to ride some hide
Or use gas toward some repast
And never sweat the wind, or rain
Or snow. Hiding behind glass
A pedal that never turns,
You yell to those outside, never smiling.
The effort of motion calms a spirit
Each mile is measured by link
By stroke, by turn of wheel, by
Spoke, by breath and beat of heart
The bike lives under me as I
Live under the spell
I love to eat and welcome
The fair wind home.