Freedom
Silently waiting
Her reliable transport
Shining and cared for
Guaranteeing her freedom
Giving her much needed wings
by Robbie Cheadle
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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Most welcome Robbie🙏🏻
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Very nice, Robbie. i like the combination of freedom and exercise.
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Thank you, Marian. I like this combination too but I rarely get either these days. I feel chained to my Zoom meetings [smile].
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I know the feeling, but yesterday I “zoomed” with just one person, an author/friend I’ve known for years. We’ve read and reviewed each other’s books, and now I heard her actual voice and got a glimpse of her work space and art on the wall. We visited for 1 1/2 hours, and it was refreshing.
Sometimes I skip some Zoom meetings, hard for a Type-A like me (and you possibly too)!
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That’s nice, Marian. Social Zoom meetings are nicer than work related ones.
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Ah yes, it can feel like flying when sailing downhills on a bike!
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Isn’t that the most marvelous feeling, Annette?
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That brought back how I felt when I got my first ‘real’ bike. It was a Christmas present, when I was 12 years old. Drop handlebars, five gears, and all in chrome. I felt like I was riding the Rolls-Royce of bikes. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hi Pete, I loved my bikes too. I had a few over the years and they all had baskets for my trip to the library. Very uncool, even then, but necessary for me. PS, thanks for the follow, I did notice it the other day.
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I had a ‘clear out’ of sites that were no longer posting, as I wanted to start following more of my real friends. 🙂 x
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How interesting, Pete, I did the exact same thing today. I cleared out all the blogs that are now dormant. There were a lot. It seems a lot of bloggers have disappeared this year.
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I only got rid of ten, but it freed up the chance to follow you, and Cheryl Oreglia.
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I like the way you manage your blogging, Pete. It’s very sensible.
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A lovely tribute to bicycles. Definitely my first “wheels” and taste of freedom.
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There is nothing like a bicycle, Diana. Even nowadays, I see lots of kids riding them. Lots of adults too.
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That’s true. Good exercise and planet-friendly.
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A bicycle (or motorcycle) does make one feel free, more than other forms of transportation.
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Hi Dorothy, I think you are right. It’s the wind in your hair, I think.
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Wonderful poem, Robbie and amazing picture of freely with wings on a bicycle.
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Thank you, Kamal. One of the best feelings in the world.
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True Robbie, fantastic feelings. Welcome always 🙏🙏🙏🙏
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I love this. I often anthropomorphize stuff–a trusty bike would be on that list!
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I still ride bikes sometimes with Michael, Jacqui. It’s not so easy now because of all the traffic.
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Great! I also like bicycling! 🚲
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Hi Chelsea, it is an amazing feeling.
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Used to love to ride my bike. Nice one, Robbie!
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I also loved riding my bike, Teri. Somehow, when I think of bikes, Bill and his bike, Silver, from IT always comes into my head.
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Robbie, I love this and it captures that initial thrill of bikes perfectly. I recall feeling as if I was flying and the freedom to bike around the area was amazing! A lovely response to the photo prompt!
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Thank you, Annika, I’m really pleased you enjoyed this poem.
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Love the phrase “much needed wings!”
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Thanks, John, we definitely need wings right now.
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A bike really is a child’s first taste of freedom, isn’t it? Nicely done, Robbie.
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Thank you, Penny. My poetry muse has been a bit overwhelmed by Covid-19, so I pleased when she pops up.
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Thanks so much for joining in again this week, Robbie. I’ll be sharing your lovely Tanka a little later this morning. ❤
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Hi Suzanne, thanks for visiting and the share. I’ll pop over shortly.
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Freedom for sure especially for kids and teens. They don’t have to wait for their parents to take them here and there. Great poem, Robbie. ❤
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Hi Miriam, it is lovely to see you. I haven’t seen much of you for a few weeks. I hope you enjoyed the Thanksgiving holidays.
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Thanks, Robbie. I was in the mood of Thanksgiving and took a break, just checked on some blogs today and wrote one post for Diana. Will do some more to catch up tomorrow.
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Well done, Robbie.
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Thank you, John.
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I love this, Robbie… ❤ xo
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Thank you, Bette.
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Nicely done, Robbie.
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Thank you, Jill. I hope you November writing month went well.
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I’m not much of a poetry guy, but I sure enjoyed this one—beautiful use of language.
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Hi Pete, I’m glad you like it. Terence tolerates haikus and tankas as they are not ‘flowery’ and he says he can understand them. I love writing tankas, they are my favourite form of poetry.
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That’s really fantastic, Robbie. Toni x
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Thank you, Toni. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful. When I was a kid that is exactly how I would have thought of my bicycle.
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Hi Carla, yes, a bicycle was definitely a much desired source of freedom. I always had a bicycle to get around on. It was that or ‘shanks pony’ [walking].
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Too bad times have changed so much and parents drive their kids everywhere now.
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That is a great photo. I’m sure Mark felt like that when he got his motorcycle.
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I’m sure a motor cycle is a great vehicle to have. It was never an option for me, my mother would not have allowed it for her girls.
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I’ve never been too good on a bicycle and have not used it as a means of transport but love the poem, and I still hope I’ll get the hang of it at some point. Thanks, Robbie.
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I used to love cycling, Olga, and had no fear as a young girl. I used to race everywhere I went.
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Reminiscent
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Thank you, Jude.
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What a wonderful ode to the bicycle. I remember that feeling of freedom as a child–just get on and you could go anywhere. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. I agree, there is nothing more wonderful than a little freedom.
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My bike took me everywhere. I could always see my friends, get to my piano lesson and Camp Fire Girls. Thanks for reminding me of that freedom.
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I also had this freedom, Elizabeth. It is no longer available to people living in cities, there is to much traffic and sometimes crime. My kids do cycle but not on their own like I did. It’s a sport now that city people do in groups at set times. Kids don’t ride to school in the cities anymore.
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I know that is true here also. Lately there have been many thefts of bikes from people’s yards. The new bike is taken and an old beat up one is left.
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beautifully evocative, Robbie. tx for sharing 🙂
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Thank you, da-Al. I hope you are keeping well.
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fortunately I am – wishing same for you & yours, dear ❤
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I tend to forget those heady days when freedom was a bicycle. Thank you for the reminder!
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My pleasure, Liz. I still love cycling and enjoy the wind in my hair.
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I do, too–as long as the terrain is flat. Do you have bike trails in South Africa? We have a lot of them in New England in former railbeds.
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Hi Liz, We do have bike trails here and lots of beautiful places where people can cycle. You have to be a bit careful because of high crime rates and bikes are a target for some criminals. That is why I stopped cycling.
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there’s nothing like the freedom of being able to go wherever you want whenever you want. Wonderful poem, Robbie.
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Thank you, Jim. This poem seems to have brought back good memories for a lot of people, Jim.
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it’s embarrassing to admit, but I did not learn to ride a bike until I was 12 or 13…
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Many skills learned in life are either opportunistic or a result of eventual necessity.
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