Musings by The Poet Loriet
Ode To The Scrambler
My old childhood favorite...
Nostalgia pulses through this tired body.
I embark (the sole occupant)--
private thrills for me, myself and I!
I rejoice in the freedom
of allowing myself to have a bad hair day!
The wind undulates through my hair.
Savoring, I close my eyes and smile
And giggle and giggle
And raise my arms
throwing caution to the wild, north wind,
trusting the ride to take me to my destination,
freedom from the daily grind
and back to being that innocent little girl
once again
if only
for a three minute mental vacation!
Lori Beal
Nostalgia pulses through this tired body.
I embark (the sole occupant)--
private thrills for me, myself and I!
I rejoice in the freedom
of allowing myself to have a bad hair day!
The wind undulates through my hair.
Savoring, I close my eyes and smile
And giggle and giggle
And raise my arms
throwing caution to the wild, north wind,
trusting the ride to take me to my destination,
freedom from the daily grind
and back to being that innocent little girl
once again
if only
for a three minute mental vacation!
Lori Beal
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Ode To The Scrambler
Ode To The Scrambler
