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.