Sunday, October 21, 2012

October Poem...Yep that's a warning.

We headed for Meyersdale,
 the three of us did:
Leo,
Ryan, 
and me 
to ride on the bike trail. 
For a Sunday afternoon ride
on this breezy Autumn day
was just what the doctor ordered 
to chase away the blues. 
The tires were checked,
the seats were adjusted,
and soon we were off; 
there was no time to lose. 

We took off in a hurry,
but soon settled in; 
our stride was just right 
and this race we would win. 
Until...
 Ryan wiped out
and bumped his wee chin. 
Leo then had to show him 
the way it was done. 
He popped a wheelie 
and you know it was fun, 
but he wiped out too,
and as he lay on the road, 
his wife, how she laughed
at her sweet loved one. 


After the wheelie, they took off again, 
down the trail, past the rocks
to a bridge they would cross.
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They rode on then at a leisurely pace
Occasionally stopping to check out the place.


Or in the case of Dianne, 
she just checked out her man. 
The scenery did not get any better than that. 
I know, handsome isn't he?
And he's mine, all mine.
Blessed. 
 But like all good things,
the ride came to an end
when Ryan got tired 
of what might be around the next bend. 
So we turned around 
and headed home 
and what should await us as we drove down the lane? 
A beautiful sight 
that made us exclaim. 


We are so thankful
and blessed beyond measure
For this country we live in  
is surely a treasure. 

 And that is the end,
the last of my rhyme. 
Until I get inspired  
the very next time. 

Love,
Dianne







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