There’s a different sort of feeling
you get when riding a bike
an unreproducible feeling
that seems to like
to take hold of your soul
in order to free it
from being stuck on the soil
full of garbage and dirt
No, those two wheels of gold
can fly far away
where the clouds grow old
and it’s always day
the wind feels chilly
and a little bit sweet
and you can be silly
and pedal at a leisurely beat.
Poetic Ponderings 
to take hold of your soul
in order to free it
yes, this!
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😀
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ha…there is little like riding a bike…and i need to get out on one again…its been a year or so…to feel like i am flying again…nice capture…
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I’m waiting for warmer weather myself so I can hop on mine. 🙂
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Now I want to go on a bike ride… smiles.
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Me too. 😀
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I have a bike.
Left Brain promises me one day he’ll put some air in the tires. 🙂
hope it’s soon, because this makes me want to go for a spin.
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Ah cmon supermomma! U can put air in the tire! (Can’t you?) Unless of course you’re purposely playing the helpless maiden, then that’s another story…. 😉
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I love to ride my bike. We go for family bike rides once it gets lighter for longer again at night and see what’s changed in the neighborhood. When I was growing up the bike was our main mode of operation. I have fond memories of my friend and I riding our bikes all the way to my grandma’s house on dirt roads next to corn fields… good times.
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Those sound like fun times. I have a few fond bike memories too, from childhood all the way to college! 😀
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