Darlene De Beaulieu Poet Free verse

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. August 28, 2017 at 6:17 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 September 6, 2017 at 3:22 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 July 14, 2017 at 1:45 PM Would a white horse with wings do for you? He wants you to call him Pegasus. Darlene De Beaulieu July 15, 2017 at 2:27 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 May 6, 2017 at 12:05 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 May 7, 2017 at 11:20 AM Thank you Andrea,I miss it so much. Yes it is freeing.

Old Man Emu May 3, 2017 at 11:39 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 May 4, 2017 at 10:29 AM I will check it out after I comment, thank you.Nothing like it.It wsas so enjoyable.

Akkina Downing May 2, 2017 at 6:16 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 May 3, 2017 at 10:19 AM Yep! I am waiting for a guy I could meet that has a motorcycle. But I won't hold my breath.

Emile Pinet May 2, 2017 at 3:39 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 May 2, 2017 at 4:35 PM Hello Emile,Yes there is freedom on a motorcycle.My dead husband I enjoyed the rides we had.

White Wolf May 1, 2017 at 11:35 PM Now I miss my '74 Shovel Harley!!! Best bike I ever had! Thanks for the memories and the great read! Darlene De Beaulieu May 2, 2017 at 1:32 PM So you know how I feel I do have memories of those days riding on the bike.

Eileen Manassian May 1, 2017 at 11:03 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 May 2, 2017 at 1:34 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.