My First Bicycle

Bike Week is upon us. In British Columbia it takes place during the last week of May with events to help everyone get pedalling for their health, and for the environment. I don’t cycle these days, but I have vivid memories of riding everywhere, we had no car, when I was growing up …

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MY FIRST BICYCLE                                      IMG_5781 coming into SLS

a ‘sit-up-and-beg’
rust-spotted   tired
pedals built-up
with wooden blocks
for me

I sat proud
on cracked leather seat

held tight
to broken hand-grips                                           013

flaunted my ability
up     down
those rounded hills

until a fast
approaching car
frightened me onto
our wooden gate-post

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to My First Bicycle

  1. dcardiff says:

    I remember bicycles like that; “sit-up-and-beg” is a very apt description. They always put gate posts in the wrong place, don’t they? I remember many spills on my bicycle as a child and as an adult. I love your writing.

    Thanks for visiting my blog.

    Cheers,
    Dennis

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