The rattle of the bicycles,
The cosy village tea,
The walking up the long hills,
Which seemed too short to me,
The journey in the murder stone,
The chat beside the way,
The ride all round a moorland,
Upon a windy day,
Pink ribbons in a lady’s hat,
A roadside violet,
The little things in lips are oft,
The hardest to forget.
***
A.C. Doyle. 1859.
The rattle of the bicycles
© Copyright: Владислав Кобелев 42, 2023
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