>
> 'Twas the night of the Crit Mass, when all through the street
> Happy cyclists were joyously pedaling feet;
> Riding on two wheels to show that they care
> about hopes of safe streets, world peace, and clean air.
>
> The children would watch and smile to see,
> "These people ride bicycles exactly like me!"
> "They don't need a chauffeur, a taxi, or car,
> They just have fun riding from here to afar"
>
> When gliding along there was barely a clatter,
> No insurance fees, gas, or license would matter.
> A virtual dream in a modern-day world,
> Where the hustle and bustle of traffic unfurled.
>
> When I first gazed upon them I thought it a trick,
> That people on bikes could travel so quick.
> More rapid than cars stuck in traffic they came,
> And they whistled and shouted and cheered once again.
>
> The moon on the smiles of bikers below
> Gave proof to their vision of happiness so,
> Social Space would be conjured and friendships appear,
> Where autos once jostled in streets filled with fear.
>
> Now, CYCLIST! Now, WALKER! Now BUS RIDER TOO!
> On, RAIL! On BIKES! On SANDAL and SHOE
> Come out of your homes and come out of your stalls,
> To the streets which are here for the use of us all!
>
> We will share with you now this magic we. know
> Of laughter and fun, no more life-on-the-go.
> There's FREEDOM inside every person on Earth,
> And there's happiness waiting to spring forth with mirth!
>
> But for many unsuspecting and steady a soul,
> Car-culture has become 3 spinning black hole.
> The pollution has darkened the blue sky above,
> Oil wars have come, and jailed the Peace Dove.
>
> The car is a jail for its driver as well,
> Changing farmland and woodland to cartoonish hell.
> Replaced with oppressive parking lot and mail,
> And the lackluster views of unending sprawl.
>
> "What happened?" you ask. "I do see it now,
> How do I fix this? Won't you please tell me how?"
> Go back to your families and neighbours and friends
> Share the word now, before the chance ends!
>
> When you take for yourself before sharing, you see,
> And set aside caring for community,
> You forsake the value of LOVE for a collar,
> And sell out your soul for the $ign of the dollar.
>
> But if you're looking to live in a happier way,
> Then just stop, Come join Us. Right now! Today!
> For the story's not finished, you can write the end,
> Unite and be heard, empower your friends!
>
> Just keep growing and caring, it's not out of style.
> This short season of sharing should last all the while,
> So the Trumpets of Victory shall ring every clay,
> And the spirit of community will return to stay.
>
> Ride a bike, fly a kite, take, a swim, have a hike,
> Flarit some flowers, hue a tree, count the stars out at night.
> Play some, music, learn to dance, make, a painting and find.
> That the key to be happy is all in your mind,
>
> Yes, 'Do Unto Others" was the message they called,
> Love your neighbour, and nature, and our fragile blue ball.
> And I heard them exclaim as they biked out of sight,
> "HAPPY CRIT MASS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"
Mark Motyka
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