Cyclists Through Enniskerry. Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Fit, athletic, and all ages,
through the village from the long week of
stressful occupation, family and place
wherein they live and move and
have their being.
But freedom now, up hill, and down dale,
tough, to freedom they pedal expertly.
Clad, lycra and helmet,
stop for sustenance
camardarie at Poppies, in the village square.
Then onwards up the hill, either home or through
the mountain passes of Curtlestown
and Glencree,
maybe stopping there.
Others homeward bound,
past church house, my window a canvas
'cyclists through Enniskerry'.
Breaking free gives sustenance to the drill
of routine - Monday to Friday.
Stock exchanges bothers not,
nor personal grievance. This is self in
unison with others, fit and challenged,
free spirits.
Out of winter they come, early and evening
late in summer breeze.
The human inner spirit
dissipates the routine boredom.
The mountains call the heart to home.