I rode my bike

Past the Saskatoon Crematorium
Past S.I.R.
Past Dundurn
Past The Blackstrap
And

The weather changed
(as weather will)
And who knew there were hills on these prairies

I arrived 

Cold and 
Tired and 
Wet and 
Hungry and 
Thirsty 
(very thirsty)

Thankful the tires were intact
(unprepared as I was)

At Grandpa and Grandmas

Hanley
Saskatchewan

And if they were surprised 
They showed it not
The stoic politeness of sodbusters restrained 
The natural response 
To my foolishness
Cause 

No one 
(generally) 
Rode their bike 
On the highway 
(in those days)

And 

Love and grace 
Were more important

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