the spindles of our wheels
are turning
and taking us somewhere
(we wanted to go)

laughing and smiles
our bikes ‘taking flight’
the adventure begins
at the next turning pike

leaves that shine sunlight
we sail through oak trees
holding up the corners
of the sky

screeching tires rounding corners
cobblestone houses
find way to our sight
with trimmed hedges and flowerbeds
(all pruned with delight)

we’ll take a turn into
the forest
(just like a fairytale
we see but won’t tell)

dark pine trees and shade
that almost hides day(light)
we can almost see toadstools
and a castle (not near)

winding down
a dark road
until breaking into light
now we see a playground like Alice’s
with slides & swings
and yellow things
to climb or slide
but we race by

and back
onto streets
with cobblestone houses
ivy curling on the limbs
of the oak trees

a green and growing
world around us
what a wonderland
we have
(but rarely choose
to see)

-

maybe we found the summer
we wished for

(look around
and let your spindles
s p i n)

-:-

08.15.06