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By Jack Joseph Smith

And baek trails in woods, I hope when settling for a moment by a lake, a stream, he will swim, make me happy about that stroke in life All aeros the ride of a native son it is his, this country that is Bless him up and down the mountain I guess his bike is his soul, whieh is a eatheral, through he refuses to get his eonfirmation And there I see the sight The loss of nuanee There is what is right Our way of eommon senee

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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 cathedral 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.

Claude

Bike as soul and cathedral, though the son refuses confirmation. Father hopes the son will swim by lakes and streams; the ride is 'his, this country / that is.' Loss of nuance named as what is right in 'our way of common sense.'