In the summer,
Nature and my imagination were my teachers. They taught me, who it was that I was meant to be.
Bike rides, either solo or with friends,
I was out on adventure riding free
with my imagination again.
Hands in the air,
And the wind at my back,
I was off to explore some place no one had.
My skinned up knees from climbing trees
Out here there was no politics and no hate,
I simply was there to explore and appreciate.
Where I came from
and no thought to what the future might hold,
I was like the creek water that ebbed and flowed.
In the water, there was no definitive beginning and no end in sight
Live in the moment, soak it all in,
where I was standing might not ever ‘be’ again
The tree I climbed all those summers ago
Nothing is left standing but the memories I hold
It revealed to me something i’ve always known
There will be flowers and weeds wherever I roam
I can not hide from my feelings and my pain
If I do, what will I gain?
My shoe impression left in the dirt
Or did the dirt impress upon me?
To remember how the the quiet, the stillness, made me feel free
No distraction from phones
No real measure of time
except the street lights which signaled the end of my ride.
As a ride home for the day
I feel satisfied
my mind was clear
my hands were *****
my knees scraped up
my heart full knowing
That I had spent my time
where I was meant to be
letting nature and imagination teach me.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
In the summer,
Nature and my imagination were my teachers. They taught me, who it was that I was meant to be.
Bike rides, either solo or with friends,
I was out on adventure riding free
with my imagination again.
Hands in the air,
And the wind at my back,
I was off to explore some place no one had.
My skinned up knees from climbing trees
Out here there was no politics and no hate,
I simply was there to explore and appreciate.
Where I came from
and no thought to what the future might hold,
I was like the creek water that ebbed and flowed.
In the water, there was no definitive beginning and no end in sight
Live in the moment, soak it all in,
where I was standing might not ever ‘be’ again
The tree I climbed all those summers ago
Nothing is left standing but the memories I hold
It revealed to me something i’ve always known
There will be flowers and weeds wherever I roam
I can not hide from my feelings and my pain
If I do, what will I gain?
My shoe impression left in the dirt
Or did the dirt impress upon me?
To remember how the the quiet, the stillness, made me feel free
No distraction from phones
No real measure of time
except the street lights which signaled the end of my ride.
As a ride home for the day
I feel satisfied
my mind was clear
my hands were *****
my knees scraped up
my heart full knowing
That I had spent my time
where I was meant to be
letting nature and imagination teach me.