Bicycle

[A poem about riding a bicycle]

 

Seats and brakes

Spokes and wheels

So this is how

A free bird feels

 

Wind in my hair

Breeze on my face

I am winning

My own race

 

I pedal this way

I pedal there

Riding my bike

Without a care

 

The start of spring

Through late autumn

I bounce around

Upon my bottom

 

Up steep hills

Out of breath

Down the slopes

No time to rest

 

I pedal fast

I pedal slow

I pedal in the rain

But not in the snow

 

Around in circles

In straight lines

Through the grass

Past the signs

 

Into the valley

Across the street

This beats walking

On just two feet

 

I pedal distances

I start at the door

I pedal til I-

Can't pedal no more!

 

 

 

 

The End

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