Today’s front yard chalkboard poem …
Another lovely, fairly lazy bike ride this morning on the rail trial in S. Kingston. The forest, as usual, was cool and comfortable, with flickerings and drapes of sunlight here and there. We rode with ease and comfort, but gave our muscles and hearts a fair workout too.
Whazzup, dude? 
I am good at this!!
Below, a draft of a poem I quickly composed, while listening to music on the radio on the drive home from the bike ride, starting with some words I overheard another rider say as he passed us on the trail …
The revised poem …
do a little bit of this
-starting with words overheard on the Kingston rail trail bike path
we’ll do a little bit of this a little bit of that
the sun will do a little silky smiling
the wind will break itself up into soft bits of breezes
passing bikes will be a little lighthearted or a little cloudy in the heart
we shall hear bits of songs in our minds as we ride
small ways the universe shares its peacefulness
a little bit of sorrow a little bit of sympathy
the way winds flow as we follow the trail
EVERYDAY MIRACLES: An Occasional Journal of a Life Lived in Wonder 