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Tuesday, June 19, 2018

My Weekends ~~ a 'Memories' poem for Tuesday

Weekend Blues (Memories)

If you'll hold my cane
My bike is ready
I'll get on, be first
Kick-ass weekend's here

Then lively you'll hop
Biker chick today
Watch your hair flying
Your back is burning

We'll ride through the park
'Neath each tree a band
ZZ Top is there
Oops, not 70's

Those were the Kick-ass weekends in Houston, especially Sunday afternoons with rock bands playing everywhere,  almost under every other tree in certain parks. When evening came, the Bayou banks swarmed with overflow to the downtown loading docks.
No more, culmination of the era was the Woodstock like concerts coming followed by rollerblading on the streets. Neither were for me.  I did have a motorcycle and did listen to music in the parks.
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 - Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/the-tuesday-platform_19.html?m=1
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9 comments:

  1. Magaly GuerreroTuesday, June 19, 2018 8:43:00 AM

    Speed and music (not too much speed, of course) do make good memories. I wonder if the trees enjoyed the tune as much as the humans did.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyTuesday, June 19, 2018 11:42:00 AM

    It sounds wonderful, music under every tree. Sigh. Those were the days!

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  3. tonispencerTuesday, June 19, 2018 7:37:00 PM

    What a fun poem full of music

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  4. Old EggTuesday, June 19, 2018 8:57:00 PM

    Life is cruel as you revisit sites of happy younger years and find all has changed, desroyed or developed so that it is unrecognisable. A few years ago I tried to walk along the bank of a river I used wade in as a pre-teen. I couldn't because it was all developed with housing and keep out signs.

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  5. kaykualaWednesday, June 20, 2018 2:59:00 AM

    Then lively you'll hop
    Biker chick today
    Watch your hair flying
    Your back is burning
    We'll ride through the park

    Those were the carefree days with a chick at the back seat partnering and blazing the trail. Gone were the large gatherings of flower children ala Woodstock staying put amidst the confusions

    Hank

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  6. annell4Wednesday, June 20, 2018 8:03:00 AM

    I like the music under every tree.

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  7. Vivian ZemsWednesday, June 20, 2018 1:56:00 PM

    The first line made me worry through the write! That was then (good times).... this is now (quieter times). I enjoyed this

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  8. Carrie Van HornWednesday, June 20, 2018 4:09:00 PM

    Sounds like some wonderful times Jim!!

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  9. AnonymousWednesday, June 20, 2018 8:22:00 PM

    Did you know, reliving these types of memories, the good ones, as much as possible, especially if you can in some ways, recreate the actualities, like listening to the music again, actually helps reverse aging? Seriously. LOL - not that I'm suggesting you and Mrs.Jim jump on a bike and ride off, unless you are so inclined and are able, but spending time in remembering in very specific way helps one relive that energy and works magic. So yeah, ride on! And hear the music. And be free and young at heart, if not in spirit and definitely mind.

    Lovely little poem here - even for all the changes that inevitably come along.

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