“The Red Rocket”

A Poem by G. A. Bernard

                             “The Red Rocket”

                    Time stops as the wheels turn

                       In rhythm to the pedals

               The wind whistles through my helmet

                       Reminding me I am alive

            My mind now free to explore opportunities

                Not available to those out for a stroll

    My body transcends its age and feels adolescent

       My soul content as this freedom machine glides 

                       along the windswept

                     Paths of my imagination

                      © G. A. Bernard 2022

© 2022 G. A. Bernard

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G. A. Bernard

Riverview, New Brusnwick, Canada

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"A Writer-in-His-Own-Residence" Searching for peace and contentment by exploring words and attempting to resonate with a reader and perhaps publish at some point more..

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