Bicycles and Dirt Roads
Some summers seem to last forever.
By Grant WhitehurstPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by David Mancini on Unsplash
From early in the morning till supper time
We rode those bikes fearlessly all day long.
A big deal for kids not even age nine
A summer to remember like a song.
In a rural area legends we were
We traveled from end to end of the county.
To see wonders our large world offered
And curiosities we saw a’plenty.
Peering fearlessly down uncovered wells
Wading into forbidden lakes and ponds
A secret summer we would never tell
A summer to create a lifelong bond.
When she moved away that cold, cold winter,
We vowed our bond would never be hindered.
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About the Creator
Grant Whitehurst
61 years on planet Earth
Graduate of Mercer University
Served my country. Showed a willingness to die for it. U.S Army
I study the paranormal, UFO’s and aliens, cryptids
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