When We Were Immortal Our bikes flying down, A treacherous hill, Dirt roiling off the wheels. Rattle and bounce, Legs absorbing shocks, Wind watering our eyes, And we smiled. A split second of flight, Leaping from the roof, Hit ground, tuck and roll. Ladder shakes and slips, Scrambling up for another go. Imaginary “S” on our chests, Our fists planted firmly on hips. An unknown concept, Change. No, we would always stay that way, Adventures waiting each day, And dusk came too quickly, On the kids’ dirt streaked faces, Arms circling shoulders, As we walked together, And we smiled. -- William Martin | |
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William Martin's PoemsHere I'll share just some of my poems. Keep a lookout for a book of my poems...available soon on Amazon! Archives
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