A Cherished Memory
Rusted with memories
among emerald blades
the old bicycle sat silent
as she reminisced youthful days
From the aged old window
to the hill of satin dream
where freedom fell priceless
she sped down the lane
In sunlight and song
her hair danced as she swayed
she kicked her heels outward
as the breeze took her away
Down past the red barn
and over the creek
through the meadow of scarlet flowers
and along the green thicket
In flight her soul cried out
as she circled the lane
then headed on homeward
to shine the dusty frame
And in that mere moment
contentment filled her soul
just her
a summer day
and her Lady Gazelle
of gold
~
Waking in her easy chair
a glowing love touched her soul
as she glanced out the window
where a memory had strolled......
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016
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