This song originated on a nice summer day, commuting home on my bike from Goose Hollow – coasting down Madison street towards the Hawthorne bridge.

Since this is a major bike bridge most everyone going home to the South East side of Portland uses it for their afternoon commute. I start down Madison at the very top by the Art Museum and it always seemed so cool to me that when your coasting along other bikes merge in from the other streets and you get this impromptu parade of bikes gliding down to the bridge. Then we all form a line up the bridge ramp (after the crazy Bus stops by Chapman’s Square). From their I meet up with my wife Sherry and we would ride together down the spring water trail to our home in Sellwood. Life is wonderful sometimes, and I hope this song reflects that!

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Coasting down Madison, other bikes join in,
The rush hour multitude of riders begins.

All shapes and sizes, some fast, some slow,
A kaleidoscope of bicycles on their way home.
Glide down slow past Chapman’s square,
merge and weave thru the circus there,
buses , cars and bikes rolling home,
a sweet summer day , to cross Hawthorne.
The wind nudges gently, As the two wheeled parade,
Ascends to the bridge, A commuting brigade.
And out on the river, the Dragon Boats sail,
As we head south, down the springWater trail.
Riding home with my best friend,
Down the river on a northwest wind,
Faces beam in the smile of the sun,
A sweet summer day,
In Portland.
Sun kissed the sky on tailwind home,
it can’t get much better than that you know,
sometimes it’s simple,
sometimes it’s grand,
sometimes it’s just a day in Portland…

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