[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!





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