One Single Impression: Wanderlust
A Wandering Soul
and His Motorcycle
Climbed on his trike and rode away
to the corner spot where kids played
Followed him there to watch him play
Mom sure did not want him to stray
Hopped on his bike and rode away
just a young boy needs some escape
Mother knew he'd back be back today
The other kids will want to play
Hopped on his bike and rode away
can't be twenty-four-hour dad
Young mom of two knows he won't stay
Has kids waiting for him to play
Hopped on his bike and rode away
long time married man needs some air
Sweetie knows he's not far away
Sure he'll be home another day
Climbed on his bike and rode away
Oregon calls this time's the last
Wet spot spill ambulance to pay
Won't be back for many a day
Got his bike and took it away
to the scrap yard those boys must go
And take whatever they will pay
Riding is through no other day
A wandering soul you would say
domestication flight is joy
Hoping to make it every day
Freedom's just a bike ride away
Poem Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Wanderlust" as prompt was
suggested by Tammie Lee at Spirithelpers
Labels: Irregular rhyme, Isle of Man, One Single Impression, Poem, Rhyme, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 12/27/2009 12:01:00 AM
14 comments
14 Comments:
i like this. esp that last line...
freedom is just a bike ride away.. good thought, for me it'd be a walk away i guess.. :D :)
Great take on that impulse to ride away.
Jim, I started reading this and started thinking of that Harry Chapin song "Cat's in the Cradle". The progression through life as we wander and grow up. Very nicely written. In your picture, is that heather from a shot in Scotland?
From trike, to bike is such a short distance and traveled in such a short span...in the great plan.
Enjoyable read.
Hi Jim,
I enjoyed this. I felt as though I got to wander away on a bike as I read it. Bikes can bring such great freedom!
Thank you for stopping by last week to see if I did the prompt. I am traveling and have not been able to blog and visit as much. Soon I fly home. Be well.
i enjoyed this Jim!!
my husband and i have romanced and travelled on his motorcycle in youth...i love it!!
happy new year!
enjoy!
I enjoyed this very much because my hubby is a Harley rider. Going for a ride makes him so happy... :~)
Great poem!
lovely! and it so dearly explains the Santa post over at the other place
wish that freedom truly is just a bike away...
it's in us, this wanderlust of our soul...it's just that we often end up slaves to our own restlessness...
very beautiful poem Loch...:)
sorry Jim, i've exchanged you for Loch...really sorry about it!
That last line is so fine! A wonderful read that surely shows wanderlust in reality.
oh the places we go to find freedom!
loved your epic here, Jim, but sad that the 'incident' happened in Oregon! Hey, we have other things besides wet roads here...
Thanks for this--
the exhilaration of the open road!
Well penned.
yup- we all have to ride away at some point don't we? great poem and so very true! Hope the the Holidays were good for you and Mrs. Jim! Love the family pic!! Happy New Year!
Post a Comment
<< Home