Out on our bikes again –
We rode along the Humber River;
And tracing her gently gliding curves we quickly learned to love her.
There are fishes in the stream again –
Minnows glinting silver –
And here beneath the overpass the cars are just a whisper.
I feel we know each other now –
This river’s like a sister –
And on her banks my brothers sit, skipping stones across her.
The land beneath their resting flanks
Is our great primal mother –
We’ve come to spend some time with her, to say goodbye to summer.
The poplar grove is shedding leaves;
We take the trail back through it.
Our bike chains whir and peddles spin; we spread our love into it.
These idyll days will fade to grey – but what we’ve learned burns through it.