By Jack Joseph Smith
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Back trails, mountain roads, lakes, and streams become a blessing over the native son, with the bicycle imagined as his soul and his country claimed through motion.
The wish that he will stop by water and swim turns travel into something restorative rather than merely hard. Calling the bike his soul and a catheral gives the machine a spiritual scale, then undercuts formal religion with his refusal of confirmation. The closing loss of nuance feels like a parent's wary recognition that love often simplifies judgment into what is right and what common sense allows.
The 'My Son' ride opens out to 'back trails in woods,' the father hoping that when the son settles 'by a lake, a / stream, he will swim, / make me happy about / that stroke in life.' The country itself is claimed by motion - 'All acros the ride / of a native son / it is his, this country.' Then comes the wry theology: 'I guess his bike is his soul, which / is a catheral, through he refuses / to get his confirmation,' and a parent's wary close - 'The loss of nuance' giving way to 'what is right / Our way of common sense.'