BY TONY BOONE
In 1895, Henry Charles Beeching penned a poem accurately describing why so many of us absolutely adore riding our bikes and feel it is paramount to our quality of life.
A BOY’S SONG
With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.
Swifter and yet more swift,
Till the heart with a mighty lift
Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:—
“O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.
“Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy,
For a golden moment share
Your feathery life in air!”
