tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post6979932066733824694..comments2023-11-14T03:13:43.700-08:00Comments on Worditude: BICYCLE MEMORIESindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-56013358799199701622017-05-19T11:39:32.433-07:002017-05-19T11:39:32.433-07:00I am loving all of these bicycle memories! There i...I am loving all of these bicycle memories! There is something about a ride in the country, where we ride makes all of the difference in our memories. It's always good to have a reward at the end of the ride.Bekkie Sanchezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16300001421561443693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-38244755564338672552017-05-19T09:59:07.035-07:002017-05-19T09:59:07.035-07:00Memories of a lovely country childhood.Memories of a lovely country childhood.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-9411154783511836582017-05-19T07:50:05.664-07:002017-05-19T07:50:05.664-07:00Such a happy ride on open country roads. Beautiful...Such a happy ride on open country roads. Beautiful memories!Khaya Ronkainenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06286352495379234651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-49835218602051846462017-05-18T12:01:19.369-07:002017-05-18T12:01:19.369-07:00That was a stupendous ride, Beverly! In this poem,...That was a stupendous ride, Beverly! In this poem, I felt it – the exhilaration of what a bike has to offer!! Panchalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08832164041967778122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-8868277019667606772017-05-18T02:59:26.634-07:002017-05-18T02:59:26.634-07:00A wonderful trip down memory lanes..A wonderful trip down memory lanes..Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-55031074365273446732017-05-17T23:00:22.074-07:002017-05-17T23:00:22.074-07:00Thanks for sharing the exhilaration, the fragranc...Thanks for sharing the exhilaration, the fragrances the sights, the sounds. Your poem is packed with such literary goodies. <br />Happy you dropped by to read mine Bev <br /><br />Much love... Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09830061733849775594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-87160952273895974212017-05-17T19:31:50.973-07:002017-05-17T19:31:50.973-07:00Amazing...Amazing...Thotpurgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09729170517164200003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-13124309547183061872017-05-17T16:58:59.282-07:002017-05-17T16:58:59.282-07:00I can see you wheeling carefree through these vari...I can see you wheeling carefree through these various scenes. I am especially enchanted by the meadowlark, a bird I know well from my Kansas upbringing.Magical Mystical Teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01853272111925075994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-21427408791268047832017-05-17T16:43:31.259-07:002017-05-17T16:43:31.259-07:00Oh you took me back there. I remember just such bi...Oh you took me back there. I remember just such bike rides, countrysides, and gardens. Loved this, Beverly.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-28817432759789751622017-05-17T16:41:15.436-07:002017-05-17T16:41:15.436-07:00Really like your vivid memories that make this pie...Really like your vivid memories that make this piece come alive with childhood abandon,<br /><br />ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-28610376457322704312017-05-17T16:21:25.278-07:002017-05-17T16:21:25.278-07:00Even the evil bantam rooster sounds good compared ...Even the evil bantam rooster sounds good compared with falling off the bike; making it unrideable and having to walk home 4 miles home with scrazed knees and hands...and the bike to repair. There are always good memories and bad!Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-1635133758138511372017-05-17T13:58:49.811-07:002017-05-17T13:58:49.811-07:00The leaving and returning was always part of the f...The leaving and returning was always part of the feel and sound of cycling as I remember it--the set route, the fields and birds and telephone wires and the what ifs--what if I went on forever?Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.com