Ride
February 3, 2013 at 2:54 pm (philosophy, Poems, poetry, Stories) (cycling, experience, journey, life, poem, poems, poetry, rhyming, ride, youth)
So mounting life we’ll screech and ride and burn
careering round the country without lights
we’ll roll our bikes get up and spit and learn
and dash on through the dark dragging our rights.
When we are younger helmets guard our thought
as down those lethal hills we shift and fly
our heads are strong our muscles flexed and tort
as hairpins bend and buzz us round and by.
Chicanes defied we leap our faith and nerve
and pay no heed to riders left or felled
unhindered by the boulders and the curb
past flags and friends as though we are propelled.
When whipped and lapped by attitude we swear
at step and crossroads, brake and all but chunder;
footfaulting in our sudden wheel of care
we grip the bars to stop us going under.
unfetteredbs said,
February 3, 2013 at 8:32 pm
carefree youth.. sigh where does it go? Nice one Julia
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 4, 2013 at 10:47 pm
Ah yes, but actually, I remember a lot of angst too.
unfetteredbs said,
February 4, 2013 at 10:53 pm
too much so. I would not want to go back..nope
nobodysreadingme said,
February 4, 2013 at 3:12 pm
Oh yes. I did some pretty mad things on pushbikes. Just as well I never had a motorbike. I wouldn’t be here to tell the tale.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 4, 2013 at 10:49 pm
Cue for a bike story?
nobodysreadingme said,
February 5, 2013 at 9:14 am
I’ve got a good one about riding a bike down a slide in a playground….
atothewr said,
February 4, 2013 at 3:19 pm
I had to read this one twice – good work – thought provoking.
Morrighan said,
February 6, 2013 at 5:06 pm
hi there, i have nominated you for the liebster award! http://wp.me/p2GxHb-1I0
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 6, 2013 at 8:13 pm
Thank you beautiful Morrighan x
Morrighan said,
February 6, 2013 at 9:37 pm
aww, you are very welcome beautiful julie dean!
JulesPaige said,
February 6, 2013 at 11:24 pm
You brought to mind when one of our children was attempting flight by bike, down a very fast hill, A neighbors mail box stopped them. After checking out the child, We all went to repair the mailbox (on a post) that suffered more damage than the child.
Thank you for your visit.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 6, 2013 at 11:33 pm
I remember such a time – my little girl careering down a hill on her bike in an effort to save her brother who had forgotten he had brakes.
Russ L said,
March 6, 2013 at 12:15 am
Wonder-full!