Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

Took My New Harley For a Morning Spin

Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin

I found a treasure chest without a key
It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea
A few gems, some golden coins sprinkled in
Much other loot my head began to spin.
Map inside showing cave full with gold crowns
Just over paradise, miles west of town
Rose early to wander out get that loot
Put on my gear and my old hiking boots.
Found hidden cave and sauntered on in
There lay skeletons of seven dead men
Appears it 'twas a robber's getaway
I took the whole load that fortunate day.

I woke with the bright sun shining right in
Took my new Harley for a morning spin
Might as well as it was but a big dream
Well, I have lottery ticket to dream.

Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse Sonnet
March
Note. Written on  March 9TH, 1973,
I was 19 years and 4 days old then.

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Lady Labyrinth July 7, 2023 at 1:42 PM Easy rider. Robert Lindley July 9, 2023 at 9:25 AM Thank you, my dear friend. Yep, that motorcycle was loads of fun to ride. So much fun I had only the motorcycle for about five months that summer. Even delayed my buying a new car! With winter approaching I rushed out to buy a new car. God bless..

Unseeking Seeker July 6, 2023 at 5:14 AM Ah, a five decade old poem resurrected! Too late in the day for me to attempt such pursuits. Amazing that you have your old poems archived from an era when there were no computers. Robert Lindley July 6, 2023 at 6:53 AM Thank you my friend. I just found these in the attack in my older brother's house. I lived with him for almost a year back then. A lucky break for me! God bless.

Sotto Poet July 5, 2023 at 12:16 PM Oh, Robert, what a truly captivating verse! It exudes a delightful charm, brimming with vivid imagery. In my youthful days, I too indulged in the exhilaration of astride a Harley motorcycle. Alas, with the passage of time, my weary bones now dissuade any inclination towards such daring pursuits. Nevertheless, I raise my glass in admiration of your enduring spirit and unwavering determination. This, my dear friend, is indeed a commendable poem. Robert Lindley July 6, 2023 at 6:51 AM AHH, so you know about motorcycles and the freedom they give the rider. Yes, our youth how we so oft wish for it yet again. God bless.

Anne-Lise Andresen July 5, 2023 at 11:58 AM - Wish I was 19 years old ... riding my new Harley for a morning ride ... and experience many exciting adventures ... young and free with the wind in my hair -You were only 19 ... already a very accomplished poet, Robert ... wish I had my "old poems of youth" ... but they are long gone ... - hugs Robert Lindley July 6, 2023 at 6:45 AM Thank you, my friend. A true pleasure to read your fine comment. God bless.