Cycling Along Beaconsfield Parade (by Peter Elliott)

Poem 10 of 27 in "Be Meditated"

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Moving past the approaching ground
The wheels they make a whirring sound

I pedal steadily and slow
Faster riders Past me go

In-line skaters Graceful move
Grateful for The surface smooth

Past people lying there In the sun
At volleyball Some having fun

Some sit quite still And watch the sea
Shaded by A tall palm tree

The waves are small The water's blue
A swim would be A nice thing to do

I cruise along With restful ease
But going back Is against the breeze

---(Peter Elliott)---

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