Riding My Bike

by Ivy | April 29, 2017
Poetry Contest 2015, Poetry Contest 2017

Round and round my feet do go,

Sometimes fast and sometimes slow. 

Handlebars turn left and right,

I need to keep my home insight. 

 

I'm free to zip, I'm free to zoom. 

Mother says be home by noon. 

I am pumping hard, wind dries my sweat. 

It's not time to stop quite yet. 

 

One more round then it's time to go,

But I'll be back again tomorrow. 

If there's anything that I do like,

There's no question, it's riding my bike.

 

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