Greetings everyone! We have just returned from Amsterdam.
Bicycles are rampant there as the city moves in a seamless ballet of pedestrians, cars and bikes. There is the occasional horn honk or brake screeching, after which the city’s inhabitants glance at each other muttering the word “tourist” under their breath.
On the Avenue, you might see a couple of bikes chained to a rack, but in Amsterdam there are crowds of bicycles huddled together. They have designated bike lanes, separated from the traffic, making it safer. There are also thousands of kilometers of bike trails running next to the highway in the Netherlands. Bicycle heaven!
Amsterdam inspired me to get out my bike and write this poem.
water sprays behind my tires
plopping fluid drops
smelling clean and cool
lone cyclist with a newly-made sun
lighting my path
this Alberta Avenue morning