Claire O’Brien was moved to write a poem following her recent outing with the “wrinklies” on Wednesday, well done Claire, good to have another slant on the day and nice of you to contribute to the blog. Thanks.
Eureka Cafe
Wearing ear-rings and bandanas, like weathered pirates,
these lean coyotes with the high cadence
and relaxed, easy confidence honed on miles of flats,
beating out the rhythm, they increase the pace.
Arms flung across shoulders as they pull the train,
the blue and yellow peloton, sacrifice then peel away.
Their carefree whoosh, zip, and fly, no strain,
as the Weaver Valley Cycling Club rides to Eureka Cafe!
Great poem Claire, I love the bit about lean coyotes, does that make you and me lean coyotes too?!
“No strain” eh. Don’t believe it!
Thanks Eleanor! In my mind they were male, but I think you can be a ‘coyote’ if you want to be one!