Bike Ride To Paris

Another Tour De France

No Ringing Bells

Dancing On Bikes

Bike Ride To Paris
By Paul McCann

Along the streets and over the mountains , they pedal on between gauntlets of applauding spectators in the Tour De France.

Like an arrow of flesh moving through the countryside
Their bicycles are propelled not by feet but by human endurance .

Each rider tested then rested as another one of the team
Are asked to be strong and find the strength to carry them on .

To chase after that chance to capture the yellow jacket or to be King of the mountain and the miles to Paris are long .

Sprints are often close and the winner of each stage takes a page from today’s map and plans for the wonders tomorrow may bring .

Every team give their very best and open the way for the final sprint home .
In the end its really a combined thing .

Another Tour De France
By Paul McCann

The sky turned dark and stormy , onwards the riders had to go.
The were cradled by the awesome Alps as winds began to blow .
Clinging to the handlebars and bringing the yellow shirt home
It was raining and the Tour De France was like a battle zone.
As the riders spilt like ten pins across the treacherous road.
Suddenly heading for town the leaders began to explode .
Neck and neck went a threesome who put on a blistering pace,
Home came the leaders Jersey but not many finished the race.
Tonight will be a stormy night so put your bikes away,
The Tour De France is over but tomorrows another day .

No Ringing Bells
By Paul McCann

To ride his bike through a foggy light ,
where the wind may wildly blow .
On the Pyrenees , blind as you please ,
into town he has to go .

Be it fast or slow , whatever pace may go ,
Sends him on his way .
He’ll be clinging on,
with no bell ringing on his handlebars today

Dancing On Bikes
By Paul McCann

The race begins at Strasbourg and they set off with chains on wheels , accompanied by an entourage of cars behind their heels ,
Bike riders from across the globe with their eyes focused on France , there is a bike that leads the way through the winding merry dance .
Standing high up on their pedals then and leaning around the bends , all along the sidewalks the music of life it never ends .
Hundreds of shoulders are swinging and swaying to the same tune and their sweat rolls down and stings in the heat of the afternoon .
In green hills over the countryside the flowers and trees all grow , and to a world wide audience the pictures are all on show .
There are sights so over-spilling with natures beauty jumping , as the tour de France’s riders adrenalin is pumping .
As each stage comes and goes tactics begin to come in to play and the race is on in earnest in the Tour De France today .