I remember my red Schwinn bicycle with a banana seat
And how I’d peddle fast and hard with ribbons on the handlebars
Flying in the breeze
Past fields of summer crops
Sweet Corn on my left
And smelly onions on my right
I was intent
Intent to find my spot -a secret spot- on the side of an irrigation ditch
Where I’d watch beautiful ripples form
After each plop of a nearby rock
There I’d sit
In a field of dreams
Ahhh, yes, the banana seat! You give a wonderful remembrance of childhood joy we can all relate so well to.
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For me, a green Schwinn, the Green Hornet. Flying off of homemade ramps.
Thank you for stirring up those long-dormant memories so beautifully.
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Oh my gosh, you manage to capture such nostalgia here. I miss that feeling as a kid of racing down a road, finding a spot that felt all your own. I wish my kids had more of that, but there doesn’t seem to be the same kind of freedom in the suburbs. Thanks for letting me capture a bit of that again.
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You’ve created such strong images! I love the lines, “I’d peddle fast and hard with ribbons on the handlebars/Flying in the breeze”–it so brings back the feeling of being on a bike as a kid.
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