We have featured many haiku contests on this blog, and reader Yvonne emailed us and wrote the following:
I enjoy your blog! I think bike commuters need more than haikus. I think we need epic poetry, like the Norse Sagas or Beowulf to celebrate our sometimes heroic efforts to get to work. I wrote this to celebrate my first bike commute after a long illness. (The ATL is where I work.)
Here is her effort, and a picture of her steed to match . . . thanks Yvonne.
A gray sky ceiling shrouded Cambridge
When ATL staffer starting sure-footed
Cycled downhill (and walked the cycle
Up slopes seeming tall as mountains).
Sidewalks succored her fatigued figure
After grimly grinding into the granny gears
Of her brave bike newly burnished but
Unable to crest the seeming cliffs of
Uphill riding onto campus.
Prudently swerving plentiful potholes
Rerouting around road construction. She
Many times damned Boston drivers
And the havoc-wreaking Hades of backhoes
Digging huge holes on Huron Ave.