A New Blue Bike
by C. J. Stevens
Sunday, June 27, 2004
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I remember the smell of cut grass
sweetening my tattered pant cuffs
and the magic of daylight clinging
to a new blue bike. Back then
I would skim the 'Lewiston Sun'
over the graveled sidewalks and watch
the papers flop like wounded pigeons
as the news of Dunkirk and the Third Reich
targeted the doorsteps. Then I
would drop my hands from the handlebars,
whistle, and pump out of sight. Only
a magician's cape of daylight is now thrown carelessly over the cut grass,
and the 'Lewiston Sun' arrives by van.
Hitler is history, and many blitzkriegs have come.
But when I least expect to be trapped
by nostalgia, when I am unwilling
to daydream or to become sentimental,
a piece of sky seen in the eye
of a puddle or a bluebird plunging
from a telephone line reminds me
that once there was a time
when a new blue bike was mine.
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|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|I am walking right beside you down this lane. x|
|Reviewed by Leslie Bond
|Nice nostalgic poem, and good bike riding memories.|
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|This is a wonderful read. Thanks for the smile.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|excellent ride down memory lane ...|
|Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
|I loved this! Mine was a burgundy Free Spirit boys 10-speed (I wanted to race with the boys). There's something about a bike that represents freedom and individuality. Thanks for this today. Dawn|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I got a green Schwinn with a unused horn in the tank and a much used buddy seat over the rear fender. My twin brother's was maroon and an older model, part of a two bike deal my Dad struck. Never pitched papers but put 50,000 school and fishing miles on it before selling it for half what my Dad paid.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Some fond memories are always good to revisit. Great write, Steve!
~ May Lu a.k.a. Sandie May Angel ~