Bicycling Poem

‘A Little Taste Of Tarmac’

A little taste of tarmac, Bobby
Let me spin my wheels
A little taste of the long flat road
I’ve forgotten how it feels.

A little taste of tarmac, Bobby
Make my chainwheel hum
A little taste of the up hill grind
Thirty miles and some

A little taste of tarmac, Bobby
Way out among the farms
A little taste of dust on your lips
My metal soul would calm…

By Bob Sterry (Extract)

Full poem https://hellopoetry.com/poem/794734/a-little-taste-of-tarmac/

Poet notation: “If a bicycle could have a soul this is a poem that my favourite bike ‘Loretta’ would have written to me after a long period of neglect as I recovered from some injury or other.” July 2014