Bicycling Haiku
Monday October 1, 2007
Climbing
There was a time, son
When hills like these were my friends.
Ford was president.
One more:
Bonking
Thirty miles remain
four dimes and stale clifbar
can I make it home?
From Eleven Gear. More terrific cycling poetry can be found here.
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Comments
I wrote some 3-5-3 Haiku on my Katy Trail trek. One of my favs:
Tread with fear
Honey Locust Pods
Thorns be near!!