The Tour of Britain

In the heart of summer, with sun overhead
A race like no other begins to spread.
Through the luscious valleys and hills so grand,
It's the Tour of Britain, a sight so grand.

Pedals start turning, wheels spinning fast,
Cyclists determined, their spirits steadfast.
From Land's End to John o' Groats they'll go,
A journey of triumph, both high and low.

The peloton forms, a colorful stream,
As riders chase dreams and dare to dream.
Flying past castles, fields of golden wheat,
They conquer each challenge they meet.

Up steep climbs they power, legs burning bright,
With grit and determination, they'll fight.
Through bustling cities and quaint country lanes,
They ride like heroes with no time for reins.

The crowds cheer on, their excitement grows,
As the wheels dance to the rhythm that flows.
The energy's infectious, the passion is strong,
As the Tour of Britain moves swiftly along.

From London's chaos to Wales' serene,
They conquer mountains tall and valleys green.

Felixstowe, Ipswich, Woodbridge and beyond,
They venture, their spirit forever fond.
With sweat on their brows and joy in their eyes,
They push through fatigue, ignoring all cries.

For in this race, they're more than just riders,
They're ambassadors, united inside.
The final sprint nears, the finish in sight,
The adrenaline surges, mighty and tight.

They cross the line, with hearts full of pride,
With Great Britain's glory, side by side.
The Tour of Britain, a testament true,
To the dedication and skill of the few.

A celebration of sport, unity, and might,
A beacon of hope, shining so bright.
So let's raise our voices, cheer them on loud,
Ride on, brave cyclists, make us all proud.

For the Tour of Britain, we'll always hold dear,
A thrilling adventure, year upon year.

©️Sarah Lou Cawdron 2023 

Photo credits by Leszek Koztowski on The Felixstowe Photographer's Group.