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Missing the Gold Wing

This is the time of year I miss being on the Gold Wing How I wish I were upon it To feel the wind upon my back Would feel oh.. so nice To feel the wind upon my hair Would be so very cooling To be upon the gold Wing Feels freedom from the car Your whole body feeling the breeze I miss the Gold Wing I wish I were upon it Maybe one day i'd meet Someone with a motor bike To ride here and there To feel free upon the road

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 8/28/2017 6:17:00 PM

Adventurous poem, Darlene. Very bold are you, more than me. I couldn't ride that golden winged steed. Excellent poem from you as usual, lady. Love and joy always.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 9/6/2017 3:22:00 PM

Hello Freddie, I miss the Gold Wing very much. Just a memory now.Thank you Freddie, Love and Joy to you Always my friend.

Alfred Berggren

Date: 7/14/2017 1:45:00 PM

Would a white horse with wings do for you? He wants you to call him Pegasus.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 7/15/2017 2:27:00 PM

Hello Alfred, a white horse with wings! Never thought of that. Sure i name him Pegasus. That is a lovely name. I hope you are having a nice day.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/6/2017 12:05:00 PM

the gold wing. I looked at the comments below to see it was a Honda. Yes it can feel so freeing. We had a few motorcycles in our time. All gone now, but my hubbie dearly loved his Harley. Great poem.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/7/2017 11:20:00 AM

Thank you Andrea,I miss it so much. Yes it is freeing.

Old Man Emu

Date: 5/3/2017 11:39:00 PM

Nicely done Darlene, nothing like it is there? Check out my "the riders" if you get a chance. Kind regards, Craig

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/4/2017 10:29:00 AM

I will check it out after I comment, thank you.Nothing like it.It wsas so enjoyable.

Niall Fulham

Date: 5/3/2017 5:45:00 PM

Hi Darlene , lovely write , I had a honda 90 years ago , great little bike wind in my golden hair brings me back ;))) HUGS

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/7/2017 11:20:00 AM

Hugs to you to.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/3/2017 6:23:00 PM

Hi Naill,thank you Ah! The Honda that was the Gold Wing Honda my dead husband had. Gold in colour. What colour was yours? I miss it. Have a good evening.

Akkina Downing

Date: 5/2/2017 6:16:00 PM

You're a cool lady. You ride bike. I'm sure someone will come along and take you for that ride you've been missing :)

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/3/2017 10:19:00 AM

Yep! I am waiting for a guy I could meet that has a motorcycle. But I won't hold my breath.

Emile Pinet

Date: 5/2/2017 3:39:00 PM

This is so cool and sounds good. This poem is light and refreshing like a cold beer, full of self pride and freedom of the road on the back of a Goldwing. Emile.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/2/2017 4:35:00 PM

Hello Emile,Yes there is freedom on a motorcycle.My dead husband I enjoyed the rides we had.

White Wolf

Date: 5/1/2017 11:35:00 PM

Now I miss my '74 Shovel Harley!!! Best bike I ever had! Thanks for the memories and the great read!

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/2/2017 1:32:00 PM

So you know how I feel I do have memories of those days riding on the bike.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 5/1/2017 11:03:00 PM

Oh....so it's a motorbike you're craving. I wasn't sure what that Gold Wing was! :) Yes, having the wind dancing in your hair must be invigorating. Ride away...here and there...and feel free upon the road.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/2/2017 1:34:00 PM

Yes it was nice to feel the breeze on my face,and blowing my hair. The gold wing was a Honda bike.Gold in colour.