Old Bikes and Things

Terry TrainorStarred Page By Terry Trainor, 25th Sep 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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There’s a wooden trolley with wheels from an old pram, string on the front axle to steer.
My trusty blue spud gun sits next a potato with loads of holes in it, so I steal another one.
And a brass oil can used on my bike chain and wheels, had a little pump on the top of it.

Rain on my Window

Rain beat on my window it’s a sound that makes me feel good, it makes me feel safe,
Drops racing down the glass changing direction, getting even bigger as they all clash,
Reminds me of when I was a kid and guessing which one will get to the bottom first,
Staring through dotted glass and waiting for a watery sun to find a break in the clouds.

Puddles



Sitting in my kitchen I remember opening the back door watching the rain fill puddles,
Seeing water drip off rich green leaves onto golden russet apples from an old apple tree,
My bike up against the brick shed wall, chrome cow horn handles, painted letterbox red,
An old fool trying to recapture my oldest thoughts, my ‘once upon a time’ bygone days.

So Very Near



But that doesn’t matter as I enjoy thinking back, I can see it all so vividly, so very near,
There’s a wooden trolley with wheels from an old pram, string on the front axle to steer,
My trusty blue spud gun sits next a potato with loads of holes in it, so I steal another one,
And a brass oil can used on my bike chain and wheels, had a little pump on the top of it.

Bikes and Trolleys



A box in the shed with my precious tools, tools I used to build my bikes and trolleys with,
Pen knife in a secret pocket in my denims the bottoms turned up, like a cowboy’s jeans,
A spare rusty bike pump that I used to squirt water at mates or anybody nearby really,
Comics piled up under my bed ready to swap with friends for ones I hadn’t read before,
Then the rain stops and my kitchen is silent, reality kicks in, I’m back to my own time,
The fragile wings of my memories are broken once again, the good days are long gone,
Gone are the early recollections of boyhood days when time was made of purest gold,
But sometimes pictures hang before me, purest moments carved into hardest stone,
Beautiful memories that occasionally shine out, this time because of rain on my window.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
25th Sep 2013 (#)

...what a lovely window view is your poetry Terry!-Memories so very dear- once again alive to feel and share...you have made my morning...thank you Terry...:0)!

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author avatar Terry Trainor
25th Sep 2013 (#)

You are welcome Delicia, thank you for your comments.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
25th Sep 2013 (#)

Thanks Mark

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
25th Sep 2013 (#)

love the way you put your words together so descriptive and the pics too...

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Thanks Carolina, I enjoyed writing it.

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author avatar Phyl Campbell
25th Sep 2013 (#)

Great way to reminisce.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Thanks Phyl, only remeber the good times.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Ooops sorry Phyl I meant 'remember'

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
25th Sep 2013 (#)

I am so glad you have returned to treat us once again with a walk down memory lane dear Terry . Thank you for letting us splash in the puddles of your thoughts today .
God bless you dear friend
Stella ><

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Sep 2013 (#)

You're lucky you didn't walk past my house, you would have been soaked. Thank you my dear friend.

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author avatar Mariah
25th Sep 2013 (#)

There's something warming and special about heavy rain when you are cosy inside and watching it fall..
Such precious childhood memories..so beautifully written.
.I just love your work Terry..

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Thank you Mariah, it's great when you're in bed falling asleep to the noise on the window makes me feel happy.

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
25th Sep 2013 (#)

Oh to wander down memory lane....

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Happy to see you again dear friend. Nothing has escaped your narrative so well told. One of our greatest blessings is we can look back and savor the moments. I do not know whether other species have that ability or bother to do so. But they do take breaks and one gets a feeling they also look back to their earlier days - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Hi Siva my dear friend. I think some animals can remember things. Thank you for reading and have a great day.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Hi Mark, it's nice to take a trip now and then.

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author avatar Trillionaire
26th Sep 2013 (#)

I am glad you have returned also. I love your writing, and heart felt love

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Thank you Trillionaire what a kind and lovely person you are.

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author avatar C.D. Moore
26th Sep 2013 (#)

Very evocative writing,Terry

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author avatar Terry Trainor
27th Sep 2013 (#)

Thanks CD.

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