A Tale of Two Tales

Santa was good to me when six years old
Several presents for me, blessed was I 
Bike under tree and I had never rode
Learned to ride that day, felt that I could fly

Then again when I was fourty-seven
Received bicycle as a Christmas gift
On that bike could fly like wind_ enliven
On it once more downhill moved so swift

Then there was slight accident on that bike
Pain and agony ended up being end
Surgery for injured back was my plight
Never road that bike again; there's more, friend

Three bikes in life, I've been blessed to posses
I've told two tales; one more poem due, I guess.

Sponsor: Gwendolen R
Contest: My Bicycle
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Ahmad Avatar
May 8, 2012 at 10:26 PM
well written. nostalgic, aint it? ;)
Mac Donald Avatar
May 7, 2012 at 4:49 AM
An enchanting piece, Sara! Unforunate occurance with the second Christmas bike though.:( We do feel as though we fly "fly like the wind", it such a beautiful sensation! Have a great week! Best wishes, love, Mikki
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May 6, 2012 at 6:37 AM
Superb one Sara. You have blended the childhood memories with the tales of your bike so sweetly and sadly too that one find astonished by the end. One can understand the agonies caused by the accident but the sweet memories of the bike riding remains one of the loveliest moments of our memories. Beautiful and lovely write my friend. My good wishes for your contest entry. Love and best wishes always...Ravindra...Sara Ken.
Horne Avatar
May 5, 2012 at 4:13 PM
enjoyed these happy and sad memories of your bikes, sara - will look out for the third adventure
Long Avatar
May 4, 2012 at 5:28 PM
This is a wonderful poem about the bike, I enjoyed reading it today. I can imagine how painful it was to get an injury from it though. (smile) I fell several times before I learned to ride one and it was no fun.
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