Wednesday, May 17, 2017

WHEELS TO RIDE -- POETS UNITED Midweek Motif

WHEELS TO RIDE

flying at high-speed                  wheels to ride               hair blown back

ride to town                             ride to school               ride around the block

4th of july parade                      dressed like a clown     wheee!!!

my bike is red                          yours’ is blue                shiny chrome

fringe from the handlebars       flying at high-speed      wheels to ride

cards in the spokes                   burrrrup burrrrup        burrrrup burrrrup                   

so long ago…                           now the wheels are on the chair

i will need help                        to get around                go to town

take it slow                               shift gears                     release the brakes

wheee!!!                                   wheels to ride               hair blown back

May 17, 2017

                       




                                   

9 comments:

  1. This is a full-circle poem...whee! What fun! Thanks, Annell.

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  2. Reminds me of the song from "The Lion King" ... "The Circle of Life". It's one of my favorites. Much to think about here.

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  3. Joyful, that freedom with the wind in our hair. I hope we can get as much fun from a wheelchair, but we'll have to put more effort into it. Still, your poem makes me realize that there is choice in how we age.

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  4. Thank heavens for the invention of the wheel as we need it most of our lives.

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  5. Had a friend who got me stuck in a wheelchair between the doors of an elevator. We collapsed in laughter. Guess it really is the outlook after all.

    Elizabeth

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  6. Now that is an interesting transition, from bike wheels to wheelchairs.............life is an interesting journey, powered by many different wheels.

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  7. What fun!!!
    And would you believe I never and cannot ride a bike?

    Thanks for sharing your fun memory Annell

    Much love...

    Much love...

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  8. Can we come too! Sounds most delightful xo

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  9. I remember adding playing cards to the spokes! What great fun! Wonderfully playful poem!

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