Everywhere I go
it goes too
it keeps me healthy
I’m never blue.
Two rubber wheels
they take me far
there’s no pollution
unlike a car.
It feels like flying
my spirit’s free
wind in my hair
the birds chase me.
It’s good for most everyone
young or gray
practice makes perfect
today’s the day!
can’t be outdone
it keeps me young
while having fun.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
I took this selfie in a mirror window I pass by during my rides on the Bay Trail in the San Mateo, CA area. I bike 20-30 miles every other day taking photographs of nature it keeps me happy, healthy and young. If you’re interested in biking, my photos of the Bay Trail or health tips check out my website Bike With Bekkie.
Written with pleasure for my friends at Poets United. Thank you, Susan! Also linking to my friends at Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
I have a special wish for you
dressed in your Easter finest
I hope for you good things to come
and blessings of the kindest.
The eggs are hiding in the grass
our baskets by our side,
“Oh look, I’ve found an Easter egg!”
I heard you cry with pride.
Now baskets full let’st’s celebrate
with candy, eggs and cheer
enjoy your Easter Sunday
hold your friends and family dear.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
This picture was taken of my brother and me on Easter of 1963 in our living room in Michigan City, Indiana before church. That hair! Look at those legs I was a real Tomboy growing up.
My mom always got us new clothes for church on Easter and often made them herself. She made both of our outfits that year I loved that dress and apron. Good memories here!
Happy Easter Sunday to all of my fellow poets at Poets United! This isn’t linked to Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads or dVerse~Poets Pub but this is for all of my friends I write with.
She can wash the clothes and hang ’em on the line
she can dress the children and make ’em shine
she feeds the pets and cares for you
yet he’s the one who wears the shoes.
She can look real pretty-she cleans up nice
you never have to ask her twice
her cooking wins at the country fair
yet he’s the one who drives her there.
She’s a real wonder woman she does it all
she does it all at his beck and call
empty inside, it pains me to say
this wonder woman has lost her way.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
This picture reminds me of that song, “He brings home the bacon, she fries it up in a pan”, and then something about her man. A real balancing act, keep it up or fall!
My mother’s marriage (the 50’s) and her friends had husbands like this, talented women who gave it all up for marriage and kids. Even today women do it, I did this somewhat myself (the giving up of my career without the kids) and still have a little regret about it now. Today I am older, single and wiser; I like it that way.
Written with Saturdays Image Write and Poets United.
The Old House
The old house was old
older than it could remember
the souls who built it
children’s toys scattered about
everything there as they had left it.
Now the roof was half caved in
the smell of mildew and defeat
permeated the grounds
as the rain soaked wood
The old house dearly missed them
groaning and creaking-
it was almost over
the house thought.
footsteps on the porch
as a fawn and its mother came inside
birds made nests in exposed rafters
as small animals followed
The old house had found a new purpose
and happily settled for it
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Change doesn’t always happen when we expect it or is how we expect it to be but don’t be afraid because change brings new things into our lives.
Written with Poets United.
A Very Good Year
The month of December has come to a close
the weather has brought a new blanket of snow
Christmas has faded from Rudolph’s red nose
looks like it’s time for the new year.
To the party we go with our friends in tow
faces aglow and dressed in our best
jollification where ever we go
looks like it’s time for the New Year.
Champagne is flowing as midnight draws near
resolutions are made as we watch the ball drop
we raise up our glasses to toast to good cheer
that this New Year, be a very good year!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2011
Here’s to wishing you, and yours, a very good year from the bottom of my heart!
The poem was published on Bekkie In Wonderland in 2011, and now again, in 2016. The cards are copies of vintage New Year cards/postcards from the Victorian Era.
Shared with Poets United, Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads and all friends I’ve written with over the years!
The actual notion of a ball “dropping” to signal the passage of time dates back long before New Year’s Eve was ever celebrated in Times Square. The first “time-ball” was installed atop England’s Royal Observatory at Greenwich in 1833. This ball would drop at one o’clock every afternoon, allowing the captains of nearby ships to precisely set their chronometers (a vital navigational instrument).
Around 150 public time-balls are believed to have been installed around the world after the success at Greenwich, though few survive and still work. The tradition is carried on today in places like the United States Naval Observatory in Washington, DC, where a time-ball descends from a flagpole at noon each day – and of course, once a year in Times Square, where it marks the stroke of midnight not for a few ships’ captains, but for over one billion people watching worldwide.
About time-balls is from a Google search.