Floating along at Dawn

Poem about camp cycling

Floating along at Dawn!
The light seeps into my concsiousness!
It's early in summer
I'm woken with a gentle wash of dew.

From where I lie I see two pigeons
On a high voltage line
Getting charged up for the day!

I towel my tent
And pack my cycle
His tyres are good and firm.

Blankets stashed and plastic tight
I walk my bike to the path.
Then I'm floating along at Dawn.