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That Flying Feeling

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Post No. 857

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That Flying Feeling

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About a thousand years ago

as a child running wild,

we used to ride our bikes

for miles and miles

through the countryside

and down to the ocean wide!

What freedom was this

that today’s children all miss,

no such thing as congestion

of traffic or lungs

(not to mention crime where now

life is worth less than a dime),

we would trudge up hill

and soar down dale

for all the world like an eagle on wings

swooping low and sweeping high

shouting for the wind to carry

our voices up to God in the sky,

oh to feel again the joy we felt,

the immensity of our world and

the freedom to have fun in the sun!

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©Denise G Allen, 16 August 2015 18:04

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

4 thoughts on “That Flying Feeling

  1. I feel you. We used to hike miles from home to
    in order to go to friends houses or just playing in the woods
    and I cant imagine my boys doing it now – our world
    is much different.

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  2. Yes. And our modes of transport have reduced the size of our world and we miss out a lot on what we see.

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  3. “About a thousand years ago

    as a child running wild,”

    And yet they seem mere yesterdays…

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    • That is very true, Carl. I miss the freedom of those days. Fortunately (or unfortunately) today’s children don’t realise what they are missing.

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