If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s a road beyond this world where I
May ride forever – healthy, whole and free;
A whisper on the wind, one with the sky.
A sacred, silken road: no cars are there
With all their noise and hazard: I may roam
In perfect safety, breathing God’s clean air;
And no rain – just the sun to lead me home.

Don’t think on me in sorrow: all is well;
And in your sweet remembering of me
Give somewhere back the joy the bike has given;
Recall and share the tales I used to tell
Of beauty, nature, camaraderie,
And know my heart’s at peace, in cycling heaven.

By Nick Moore

https://gonecyclingagain.wordpress.com/2023/06/20/the-cyclist-the-soldier/