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:
This is a full-circle poem...whee! What fun! Thanks, Annell.
Reminds me of the song from "The Lion King" ... "The Circle of Life". It's one of my favorites. Much to think about here.
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.
Thank heavens for the invention of the wheel as we need it most of our lives.
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
Now that is an interesting transition, from bike wheels to wheelchairs.............life is an interesting journey, powered by many different wheels.
What fun!!!
And would you believe I never and cannot ride a bike?
Thanks for sharing your fun memory Annell
Much love...
Much love...
Can we come too! Sounds most delightful xo
I remember adding playing cards to the spokes! What great fun! Wonderfully playful poem!
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