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That Ride

On those days filled with the fragrance
of sun warmed trees, of lazy caterpillars,
of clouds touching the playful sky,
I find my way to that old antique bike
my aunt gave me long ago
resting against the porch rail,
and I ride
past the rickety hedgerow fence
that follows the dusty road like a lingering shadow.
I peddle faster, leaving behind my haunted memories.
The rusted basket groans
against the handlebars,
the tired gears creak
after many years of idleness,
and the wheels give me wings.
On those days, I breathe in that intoxicating smell
and exhale my fears to fly away in the wind.




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LexiDawnThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 24, 2013 at 9:05 pm:
I like this one! When I get upset I sometimes ride my bike and this reminds me of that in a way.
 
Padoodallee replied...
Apr. 24, 2013 at 11:16 pm :
thanks =) I like to do that too. It's so relaxing
 
LexiDawnThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Apr. 25, 2013 at 9:18 am :
Agreed, it is<3
 
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