Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Old Daisy

At Poetry Jam the prompt is to write about a favorite game or something you played as a child.  Well, here it is:

My bike was my horse,
Old Daisy her name,
A blue Schwinn with bell
With manners quite tame,
I rode her up hill
And then rode her down,
All over the country,
Almost into town.
She didn’t eat oats,
She didn’t like hay;
And when offered them
She’d always say “Nay!”
Daisy liked to be brushed
Until her coat glistened
And when I would whisper
My steed always listened.
I yearned for a horse
But my parents were set;
A blue Schwinn named Daisy
Was all I could get.
So Old Daisy and I
Rode off in the sun,
With me pedaling fast
To get her to run.
Old Daisy's at rest now
Where old bike-horses sleep,
Her rusty, bent horse shoes
In some scrap metal heap.

©Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved

13 comments:

  1. Ah, my bike used to be my horse too, so I really enjoyed your poem. Of course, my bike was also my rocker ship as well. Smiles. What fun back in those carefree days.

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    1. I only hope that kids are making the same kind of memories we did!

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  2. crystal memories...beautiful Donna...

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    1. Thanks, Sumana! Nice to see you this morning!

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  3. Sadly today most kids today seem to prefer Barbie Horse Adventure on their X box!

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    1. I agree...see my reply to Gabriella...it's very sad. They don't even know what they've missed.

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  4. I can relate so much to you poem, Donna. I had a lot of fun with my bike. I second Mary here. I think our parents were less obsessed with safety and thus allowed us more freedom and hence more fun.

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    1. We are way tooooo concerned with safety nowadays. It has been a crime committed against our young people. I understand the rational concern for safety. All parents have that. But we have gone beyond - into the irrational, creating a bunch of kids that don't do anything beyond their thumbs.

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  5. ha. i loved my bike as well...and i can remember finding my first one in a tree after a flood...itwas like it was from heaven....we used to ride everywhere...and wreck...oh my....and get right back up and keep at it...

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    1. What an awesome find! A heaven-sent bike! And yes, we used to have more bumps and scrapes out there - lots of dusting off and trying again!

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  6. Did we all want horses when we grew up? I had to settle for my bike as well--as did my kids. You poem has a nice flow to it. Reads very well.

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    1. I loved watching Roy Rogers and Gene Autry...oh, and Bonanza...for the horses! No horses on TV now - hmmm.

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  7. Lovely, i remember Cowboys and Indians and my bike being my horse, love the way this flows.

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