Saturday, March 20, 2010

An Ode To A New Bicycle

Back on a bike,
A creek, a covered bridge
Just me,
A muddy trail
And freedom

6 comments:

  1. I've never felt more free then when I was riding a bike.

    Nice little poem bud!

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  2. Thanks man. I love heading out onto the trails. Amy bought me a new bike, I am a happy fella.

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  3. Like it a lot <3 This sounds like me recently!

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  4. Thanks, would you believe me if I told you that this was originally written while listening to a babbling creek, sitting on a bench, under a tiny covered bridge?

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  5. Sounds like a contrived story! But you are incapable of being contrived in any way, so I'm inclined to believe you.

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  6. Oh and Walt Whitman's Leaves of Glass was also read... ya I weird like that.

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