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The Cyclist
Belinda Veldman



Winding hills

A world of green and gray


A rush of pine

The scents that flow my way.

Road rises


The worst is still ahead.


I wonder why

I didn’t stay in bed.


Muscles ache

Gasping breath

Burning in my chest

Heart pounds

Eyes plead

To see at last the crest.


Wheels roll

Past the peak

End my sad lament.

Heart sings

Face grins
A glorious descent.

© by
Belinda Veldman.
Used with the author’s permission.


Belinda Veldman stays busy being a wife and mother in Perth, Western Australia. A former English teacher, she admits she can't seem to stay away from books, even though she doesn?t really have time for them at present. Subscribing to YDP (and, occasionally, writing) is Belinda's attempt to keep a literary link in her life.

Post New Comment:
Belinda Veldman:
Thanks for the lovely comments!
Posted 05/28/2016 09:52 AM
Very nice one. Can almost feel it. Thanks!
Posted 05/27/2016 09:30 AM
I promise to ride next month.
Posted 05/27/2016 08:29 AM
Love this! I was on the ride with you!
Posted 05/27/2016 08:20 AM
Janet Leahy:
Truly a glorious ending after a remarkable ride, loved inhaling the scents along the way. Thanks Belinda.
Posted 05/27/2016 07:24 AM
Maryann Hurtt:
I read The Cyclist at 5:15 this morning before riding our tandem bike with my husband. Thank you for the motivation and the inspiration, Belinda!
Posted 05/27/2016 07:04 AM
A truly enJOYable ride. Thanks,Belinda.
Posted 05/27/2016 06:36 AM
Posted 05/27/2016 04:30 AM

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