These Moments I Hold Dear
Rolling away the passing years
it’s these moments I hold dear.
I will never have my fill
of watching wetlands as I glide
up and down the bayside hills.
My vintage bicycle as my guide
in the saddle time does fly
but I grow younger as I ride.
On my face you’ll find a grin
as nature heals my many ills
I find a wonderful peace within.
I feel renewed, I feel revived
all negativity left behind
I feel so good to be alive.
Rolling away the passing years
it’s these moments I hold dear.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
The photo was taken on a bike ride and I put it through an art filter.
Wrote a terza rima with the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Linking up with my friends at Poets United.
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