Simpler Times

I remember wishing I could fly,

Admiring the starlit sky,

Making the swing go too high,

When best friends lived nearby,

Going on long hikes,

Riding our bikes,

Even gray

Snow day

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17 comments

  1. I remember so immersed in the delicious moment of wind on my face and hair unfurled by the breezes I closed my eyes while riding my bike and crashed into the back of a freshly painted parked car. Asked by the owner if I was alright I got up covered in blue and wobbled my way back home.

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  2. I wanted to fly too…all the way to the moon, on to Mars and beyond…be an astronaut. But as I grew older, I found out the training one needed, and since I was lazy, my mind turned inward. I began to write. Your poem took me back to my stargazing days. Thanks. 🙂

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    1. Absolutely my pleasure! Writing is an excellent alternative! It allows you to create with words what you would have wanted to see if you could fly. Thanks for the visit!

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    1. You are so right. My son thinks he’s so fortunate to have his computers, hand held games, and pricey counsels. I think he’s missing out on some much cooler stuff, like building a fort in the woods and pretending it’s his castle. 😉

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