My Bike, A Special Toy

BBBH, as guest blogger for this Lord’s Day, has chosen to give you one of her poems.

My Bike, a Special Toy

Though riding my bike is easy to do

It helps my soul with-in renew
With a healing breeze refreshing my face

I ride along at a nice even pace

Hearing the Whippoorwill sing his song

For memories of childhood, sometimes I long

Or riding alone, at morning’s first light

I see flocks of geese, in perfect flight

Sometimes riding, just before dusk,

Hearing the locust croaking in lust

Reminds me of a lazier time

When bread could be bought for just a dime

Feeling the sunrays hot on my back

It’s already warm at dawn’s first crack,

Soothing my soul with soft inner peace

Riding my bike is like a fabulous feast

Feeling the breeze rumple my hair

Out by a lake, in imagination, I am there

At such times, I yearn for an earlier day

As I watch little children laugh and play

Sharing the ride with another or riding alone

The joy of my inner-child, is ever strong.

I’ve even been caught out in the rain

Stopped at a corner by a slow moving train

But I’m so thankful for these special rides

They help my heart deal with changing tides

As I ride beside a little stream

Life goes on like a changing dream

Pearls of life, like beads are strung

But in my Spirit, I am ever young

I thank the Lord for this simple joy

Even grown-ups, can enjoy this special toy

Psalm 103:5

Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things, so that thy youth is renewed like the eagles’. 

© Grace JoAnn Harrison Lacy, Gifts from God, p.98, 1995, 2013