Freedom Machine
Ever since I was a boy
A bike and I formed a team.
No way was my bike a toy
It was a freedom machine.
Coaster brakes and just one gear
Made no difference to me.
In the saddle I would steer
With places and folks to see.
Sixty years on I still thrill
To saddle up and just go.
Many gears help on a hill
And hand brakes help to slow.
But the vital principle
Remains unchanged, ever fresh.
Freedom is a bicycle
And I carry on my quest.