Tour de France- Versailles / Paris Champs-Élysées
My anual submission of the poem to celebrate the occasion of the Tour de France
oooh... ahhh
oooh... ahhh
aching buttocks
aching thighs
unseen crowds
unseen skies
between the shoulders
lakes of fire
stinging eyes
on the spinning tyre
calves and heart
will explode
grip the 'bars
eat the road
kilo meters
whirring chains
from Castre
to Ax 3 Domaines
the body's racked
the body begs
pressing down
on un-stretched legs
far beyond
un-melted snow
want to stop
but miles to go...
oooh ahhh
oooh ahhh
oooh ahhh...
M.C. Newberry
Sun 21st Jul 2013 14:35
Anyone who has "raced" on a bike will enjoy (if
that is the appropriate word - a bit like the
pedalling itself) this post. I did.