At Australian Cycle Tours, it's no secret we love a great rail trail to explore. We wish there were more, and we're forever curious as to why some people are so anti-rail trail.

 

We decided to create this poem (with the help with ChatGPT). Enjoy! And if you like it, feel free to copy and share on social media.

 

 

 

On the outskirts of town where the old tracks lay,
They built a rail trail for bikes and play.
But not everyone cheered this new, shiny path,
Some folks were annoyed, and voiced their wrath.

“Oh, this rail trail nonsense!” Old Man McGee spat,
“Cyclists zoom past like a racing pack of rats!
They whiz by so fast, no time for a ‘hello’,
I miss the old trains with their leisurely flow.”

Mrs. Grumble would grumble, as her name suggests,
"Who needs a trail for these Lycra-clad pests?
They zip through our streets, all helmets and gears,
Gone in a flash, like speedy cavaliers."

The dogs barked louder, the birds flew away,
For the newfangled rail trail ruined their day.
The cyclists with bells, and flashy bike lights,
Old Smith shook his fist, “They’re out day and night!”

But the rail trail stood firm, a path through the green,
Connecting old places, and sights to be seen.
For every frown and grumble, there were smiles by the mile,
For the rail trail had charm, and a kind-hearted style.

Cyclists loved it, their paths long and free,
Riding through towns and past the old tree.
They peddled and coasted, with wind in their hair,
Finding new joys in the fresh, open air.

So while some folks complained and missed the old trains,
The rail trail brought joy through sunshine and rains.
And maybe one day, even Old Man McGee,
Would take a slow ride, and finally see,
That sometimes a change, though it seems a bit pale,
Can brighten the world, like a well-laid rail trail.

 

 

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