Bicycles and Brothers

Bicycles and Brothers

A call to play, the three launched out,

To discover a new adventure, there was no doubt.

From single dirt roads to blacktop surfaces,

On bicycles, we rode with only one purpose.

From our neighborhood with little to offer,

We peddled our way around the scoffers.

Those who didn’t want to become a part,

Who secretly envied the excitement in our heats.

Silver shiny roads lay out in front,

As we made our way challenges to confront.

Shadowy figures with fingers outstretched,

Hiding the dangerous pitfalls, the roadside edge.

Determined to make it to our goals,

The ones we’d held deep within our souls,

It was an outing, one of many undertakings,

The number 4 holler’s escape, an afternoon vacation taking.

Slimy slick green algae grew on the surface,

On black tarmac, it made us very nervous.

Yet forward was the call to arms without regret,

Whether we made it or not we didn’t fret.

Pumping the peddles, weaving side to side,

We made it passed the challenge expressing our pride.

For few had made the journey we three had attempted,

Over narrow holler roads fears all exempted.

But there was the return we had to contemplate,

To keep from sliding on the slim that we’d hate.

So, we waited and watched and looked down the hill,

Trying to find a way around but it awaited us still.

My brother shouted he’d take the challenge first,

To find a way around the danger, he’d make no mistake.

My second brother stated the same,

And followed the elder a companion in the game.

It was my time as I launched off the road's end,

To face the slimy surface, my bravery to defend.

But as one would imagine and rightfully so,

The bicycle collapsed under me giving me a hard blow.

Slimy trousers, shoes, and shirt adorned,

I’d be the talk of the town, someone they’d scorn.

But we’d taken the challenge that no one else would dare,

And that memory I hold within me I generously share.

For Astrid