long roads – cycling

Wisconsin has a rolling heart of the country beauty. Living near the city we often forget how wide and bountiful the US is. Although on climbs there is often only one thought in mind, the next pedal stroke, I find cycling a good place to work on poems. It can be a solitary moving meditation, a place to pray.

Chris coming up a long hill

Chris coming up a long hill

After three days on the road, a stay at a legendary bad motel “Ikes”, and a thirty mile stretch of rolling hills, a glass of New Glarus Old Milwaukee Belgian Red hits the spot. Hunger may be the best sauce, but this Lambic like brew which tasted of cherries is the single best beer I have known.

Near the Fox River’s gentle boundaries Daffodils peek forth amongst the trees Iridescent in winter’s defiance As I and spring silently passed them by I did not stop and tarry there Though in Summer heat they’ll wane and fade And yes, I loved their beauty dearly But had places to be and promises already made

Near the Fox River’s gentle boundaries
Daffodils peek forth amongst the trees
Iridescent in winter’s defiance
As I and spring silently passed them by
I did not stop and tarry there
Though in Summer heat they’ll wane and fade
And yes, I loved their beauty dearly
But had places to be and promises already made


26 Comments on “long roads – cycling”

  1. bert0001 says:

    it’s a long time I had some Lambic. My grandmother never ran out of supplies, but since I live in her house, the cellar is not what it used to be. thank you for inspiring wonderful memories.

  2. This beer looks delightful. I love cherry beer !! too bad I haven’t tasted it when I was in Wisconsin 2 years ago 😦

  3. tsdwords says:

    I love the flow of a bike ride/walk to let words play in my mind. Made me smile 🙂

  4. Shannon says:

    I like this poem! Nothing to inspire you like a long bike ride!

  5. reocochran says:

    My brother is a long distance runner but will also handle long bike rides. As I read about your adventures I think of Rich. I am so glad you realize a beer is needed, as my brother feels it puts just the right nutrients back into his worn out body. He is particular as I can see you choose good beers or lagers, too. This was a lovely post with nice scenery included. Even if it is a flat country, I am also glad you have rolling hills, too. Poetry and deep thinking on a cycle sound like a good combination! Smiles, Robin

  6. sounds so peaceful and that cherry beer – I want me some of that Bill! ❤
    Diana xo

  7. Bumba says:

    I sing songs in my head too when I cycle. There’s this spiritual: “Gonna make it to the top of the hill” that I sing to myself. Maybe one day I’ll finish the song. Maybe some of that Belgian red beer. Cheers!

  8. Wisconsin is a beautiful State–it’s been decades since I visited the farm where my grandfather was born. Perfect finale to a long ride in that State–beer!

  9. thatssojacob says:

    Greetings from western Wisconsin

  10. Resa says:

    The beer sounded so tasty, I thought it must be a root beer, but not!

  11. Helen C says:

    >> I find cycling a good place to work on poems.

    I feel shameful… all I can think of is how hurt a part of my body is… 😉

  12. abyssbrain says:

    In Hong Kong, we don’t have many bike roads so I can’t cycle often. Luckily though, we have an area for cycling in our place…


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