<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunday Cycle Rides</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quite often, on a Sunday morning, <br>Dad and I would take a cycle ride.<br>Up the steep hills, we would struggle, <br>But, down them, we would glide.<br> <br>We’d cycle to villages like Monxton, <br>Abbott’s Ann and St Mary Bourne.<br>We’d pass fields of lowing cattle, <br>As well as fields of golden corn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, as we were passing some sheep, <br>I gently applied my brakes and stopped.<br>I stood watching the cute little lambs, <br>As they leapt, and jumped, and hopped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We would cycle along the back roads, <br>And whiz along winding, country lanes.<br>I felt happy enough when the sun was out, <br>But not so much so, when it began to rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the roads, we’d pass babbling brooks, <br>And horses with rhythmic clip-clopping hooves.<br>We’d pass village greens with duck ponds, <br>And pretty little cottages with thatched roofs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But our cycle rides abruptly came to an end, <br>When, one day, my Dad suddenly died.<br>Nowadays, I don’t even own a bicycle, <br>But I really miss our Sunday cycle rides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344724" data-title="Sunday Cycle Rides de Angela Wybrow" data-description="Quite often, on a Sunday morning, Dad and I would take a cycle ride. Up the steep hills, we would struggle, But, down them, we would glide. We’d cycle to villages like Monxton, Abbott’s Ann and St Mary Bourne. We’d pass fields of lowing..."></div> </div> </div>

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