And on a lighter note…
On our recent Bristol Cycling Ride touring the South Bristol Arts Trail, we had an instant poem written especially for us by the Poetry Machine:
A time to fly through cobbled streets
Where groups of walkers trail their feet
Their unswept hair, their pocket hands
They don’t know what they miss on land…
For wheels and spokes are how we move
Not tied by gravity like fools
We sweep together, side by side
Along this city’s riversides.
The children laugh and point and shout
They know what flying’s all about
It’s dreams, and make-belive, and fun
Yes, cycling beats and walk or run.
We hereby appoint the Poetry Machine as Bristol Cycling’s official Poet Laureate.