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The broken sunlight through the branches

The broken sunlight through the branches

A Poem by AC Cheatwood

A little poem about a bicycle.


The broken sunlight through the branches

Warms my back as I ride

Not quite knowing where to turn next

Peddling along

With only the soft wind as my companion


Listening to the chirping birds,

I start to hum with them.

What a nice day to be alone

Thinking. Listening. Breathing.


It is pressing on five o’clock,

But the springtime sun is upon me

So I keep my feet moving in that same circle

The tires turning with each revelation of my foot


Even in just this brief moment,

I know what it means to be free.

© 2011 AC Cheatwood

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the soft tones, the sunlight, the beautiful title, the whole work is pleasing

Posted 9 Years Ago

I like the soft tones you create here-- the atmosphere is very pleasing. The final line is a gem--the simple things are like freedom. That's cool-- I like that.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on April 14, 2011
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AC Cheatwood
AC Cheatwood


I'm 19 I mainly write poetry, but I'm getting more into short stories. I'm a pretty happy person. That's about it. more..