Classic Poem

(Lake Erie, Cleveland, Ohio)

I N the dear old days when we all rode a wheel,
And I longed for a bit of a lark,
Fairly mounted on Pegasus, I paced away
And raced for Gordon Park.
Down broad avenues, under tall arching trees,
To the beach by the beautiful Lake —
Just to look across waters with whitecaps afoam,
My thirsty soul to slake.
Over the vast blue expanse I would wing,
To the line where the Lake meets the sky,
Dipping deep in its beauty to fly back refreshed
And wheel away home bye and bye.