The day was warm and hazy
And we were felling very lazy
When suddenly my friend had an idea that I then thought was crazy
But which, when carried out, made me feel as light as a daisy.
Although we both didn’t know how to ride a cycle
Like any Tom, John, Dick, or Michael
We determined to go for a ride without fail
Before our resolution should wither and fail.
Our very first attempt was a downright failure
But none could us, from our bright spirits, lure
No , not even the people who did boo and jeer
For we remained undaunted, and quite full of cheer
But our bright hopes did not crash flat to the ground
For after we had taken many a countless round
Falling and getting up, till with dust, we were brown
At last, we found victory for a few seconds
We did secure the ride on which we had reckoned.
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safina (Pseudonym) (
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An exuberant and joyful read and ride. Very nice and light hearted.
thank you for the feedback - many of these childhood memories had been captured in verse long back, just publishing it now...yes it is a good memory of the 'good old days'
No broken bones? The very first time I mastered the bicycle was a revelation. Good memory invoked. Many thanks.
thankful that the only thing that shattered was my ego - only a few small bruises as far as i can recollect - but definitely no broken bones -
some memories are good, some make you wonder why you reacted the way you did, as our attitude and reactions change with time..
anyways, have more good memories than bad - so all's well with my little world
&
i wish you happiness in yours too
'Sorry to trouble you. I like words and their meanings (else why be here?) Seems that the 'invoked' above would have been better substituted by 'evoked'....... My most fulsome apologies.😊
when i first read it, it was early morning, or may have pointed it out myself - lol [invoking whom?]
anyway - a slip of the tongue [or pen] is no fault of the mind
and if i had seen and pointed it out, it would have definitely been unkind
no apologies needed at all
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