'Bike Ride' - Poem by Linda Winchell
Would you like to go, on a bike ride with me?
I will share all I have seen with you,
Of God's country clean air grown greenery.
I remember when I was a child,
And of the bike that I use to own.
It seemed heavier then, I seem to remember now,
And had fenders' made of shinny chrome.
I would ride my bike to school,
And it took me on my weekly paper route.
Do you even understand what I am saying?
Or even care what I'm talking about?
This bike I have now, is as light as can be,
Neither chrome nor fenders' have.
My old bike spokes, had some baseball cards pinned on them,
They were the ones I got from my Dad.
Well I've talked enough about myself and my old bike,
Let's just ride and enjoy this trails view.
I'm sure glad that you have decided to ride,
On this bicycle ride for two.
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