Nature Riding Poems

two guys just hanging 
sunday morning bike riding 
enjoying weather...

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I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart...

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riding bicycles
along backwoods nature trails
in a caravan
down to the old cut grapevine
swinging the whole day away

FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written August 6, 2022
Submitted to: “Childhood Nostalgia” Poetry...

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Some questions for you, Little Miss Riding Hood.
First, do you often walk all alone in the wood?

Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
I...

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I’ll ride away from city life,
from the dingy brown of smog
and the mixing in of gray
with the white of tule fog.
Escaping black of pavement,
to New...

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Gentle and good, filled with life
That penetrated my soul
You never gave me any strife
But shared the dusty trail
Wise and warm, filled with insight
That left me...

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Riding the Rails

When we reflect
On our life
We might resemble
A train passenger 
Riding and attending to
Clocks and destinations..

The rails on our train
Reveal and restrict and
Guide beliefs...

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What do I nurture?
And what do I try to control?
Do I control what I nurture?
Do I nurture control?
And what about freedom
and spontaneity?
Can I control nurturing...

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We might do well
to worry less
about including the grizzly bear population
in our DNA/RNA cooperatively encultured Golden Rule,
after all,
we already would kill and eat them,
if hungry...

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Feel like a bird riding the wind,
cutting through the high rolling waves.
Time ceases to exist,when you
feel like a bird,riding the wind.
The excitement, euphoria,
of being as...

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Tick riding the wind
Spotted fever from above....
On wings of a leaf

© aug 30 2010 For Ricks Leaf contest...

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Rode over to visit a friend today, she paints with colors in the most lovelest of ways. no 
charcoal or water with color, just oils...

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Cool grey mists, hugging the land . . . 
Hiding the landscaped art, of the Master' hand.

White eyed vehicle, search the road to see ....

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Moon beams in distance.
Carried by glittering waves,
Reflecting an ageless tide!
Rays of moonlight fall,
Caressing, soothing, calming,
Man's broken, weary hard heart!
He stands in the sand
Moonbeams touching his...

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The forest's hill is high,
not rocky,infertile or steep;
colorful and fragrant flowers
adorn its grassy slopes without gleam, 
breathing among the fallen trees
as the ravens scrutinize and...

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