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It Was To Be Our Day

it was to be our day we would take the motorcycle out thru those two-lane mountain roads but nature had other plans i do so love you holding on arms wrapped around me as the woods go by i feel as if we are running free across life's great meadow but today, i have the savor of breakfast croissants, your chocked full omelet crisp bacon, coffee, a touch of cinnamon watching the rainfall, holding hands occasional thunder, bolt racing across the sky its crescendo startles you my arm enfolds, the world is secure the constant reminder a day can never disappoint the ordinary reveals the roots are buried deep in the extraordinary the depth of moments spent with you OKC 5/22

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Valsa George

Date: 6/8/2022 11:31:00 PM

"I feel as if we are running free across life's great meadow"..... those days of romance on the bike have now matured into days of serious pursuits and your hands now enfold her to assure the feel of safety... ! There is not essentially much change.... life continues to be beautiful. Lovely penning

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/9/2022 5:35:00 AM

my romance with the motorcycle came to an end in a head-on, it is a long story of a change in neuropathways from the accident and counseling as a result...i simply did no longer have that love. i also lost an appetite for red meat this happens sometimes in the firing of the amygdala to the hippocampus...because of my training, i have returned to some aspects to me but some are no longer there, my writing changed

Suzanne Delaney

Date: 6/3/2022 5:31:00 PM

Hi Timray: I didn’t know why you stopped riding……however that delicious sounding breakfast sounds like a nice way to enjoy the day. Nice writing my friend. SuZ

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/3/2022 5:57:00 PM

i ended up in counseling....not because of some horrific accident but because the firing from the amygdala to the hippocampus personality changes occurred...i lost all appeal to riding and shunned red meat among other aspects of my personal life....in a few aspects, it was like i woke up in a different body...it was weeks before my cats slept with me

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 6/3/2022 1:00:00 PM

Hello Timothy Ray, you created a very romantic poem. I miss the motorcycle. I enjoyed the motorcycle rides with my husband. He passed 6 years ago. Every time i see a motorcycle I vision myself on the back enjoying the ride. Enjoy your day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/9/2022 10:23:00 AM

Hello Timothy Ray, oh how wonderful. You never married! Wow! Thank you for telling me Timothy. Enjoy your day my friend.

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/9/2022 5:27:00 AM

i rode a Honda 1300cc...i was not married, and still am single...i have had many motorcycles...

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/4/2022 3:43:00 PM

Did your wife like to ride to the motorcycle? Enjoy your evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/4/2022 4:28:00 AM

Hello Timothy, time has passed. I have moved on. My husband had a Gold Wing. What type of a motorcycle did you have? Did your wife lie to ride with you on the motorcycle? Just wondering. Enjoy your day my friend.

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/3/2022 5:13:00 PM

my day has been great thank you, i was in a head-on a few years ago and have left riding altogether. thank you for your thoughts, they are appreciated, sorry to hear of losing your husband, pray your life has adjusted and happiness blesses your days