Bike the Fun
Bike the drive.
It is fun.
Bike the drive
Like when you were a little kid
and you stuck your hand out
and said to your friend
give me five!
Bike the drive.
It is fun like running around in a playground,
swinging from swings,
flying a kite,
like when you were young
it helped make the whole world go round
bike the drive!
Bike the drive.
Just for the simple fact that you can.
Bike the drive.
Match or surpass the feeling you had when your parents took away the
training wheels from your first bike when you were five!
Bike the drive.
Rejoice you are alive!
Childhood
Once I was a child
In a world of wondrous splendor
With lollipops and lemon drops,
And dripping ice cream cones.
Stuffed giraffes once held tight
And teddy bears, cuddly delight.
Dolls with ribbons in shiny hair,
Frilly dresses to wash and wear.
Scooter cars and wagons,
Tricycles with wobbly wheels.
Skinned knees and cuts and bruises
Bobby socks falling round my ankles
Christmas trees and Halloween,
Birthday party balloons and things.
Once I was a child.
No more now but just as good.
"Purely Vintage & Pristine"
By David Arredondo
MATERIAL USED:Cold press surface (15" x 20") illustration board of medium weight, rag cold press surface, oil pastels, oil based colored pencils.
PAINTING SIGNIFICANCE: "PURELY VINTAGE & PRISTINE" When life was simple and life was pure , when everything was meant to last a lifetime and more. From the family Fleetmaster to old faithful red, built to be pedaled through winters whenever and summers forever. Who ever would of imagined that those day's would come to an end, when Daddy was strong and steel wouldn't bend.
This image copyright ©ConvictedArtist.com Law 2002.
Second Childhood
When I go on my morning walk, Because I'm mild,
If I be in the mood to talk I choose a child.
I'd rather prattle with a lass / Of tender age
Than converse in the high-brow class / With college sage. love the touch of silken hand That softly clings; In old of age I understand Life's little things. I love the lisp of tiny tongue And trusting eyes;
These are the joys that keep me young As daylight dies. For as to second childhood I Draw gently near, With happy heart I see the why
Children are dear. So wise Professor, go your way,--I am beguiled
To wistful loving by the gay Laugh of a child.
