Learning To Ride Our Old Faithful Bicycles Poem by Toshie Nohara

Behind our house long ago
There was a road
near the school with
wooden fence
Our seventy-five year old
granny at the shady corner of the house
Happily
chopping firewood for cooking
We children-younger sister and I
Confidently started learning to
ride our old, faithful bicycles!
Ducks and a fat turkey innocently
marching to our neighbor's
house
'Red woman'... that's her nickname
was patiently
waiting to feed them
Our ears attracted by her sweet
calling to her feathery brood!
Automatically our eyes
turned to her direction
Suddenly
our shaky bicycles
kissed the wooden fence!
Nobody was laughing
Our faces paling
Our legs trembling
Granny stopped
chopping the firewood
'Sorry, granny we were not
concentracting '
'Tomorrow we won't be looking
backwards' we promised

We understood how
our old bicycles were
hurting and maybe
crying!
We really learnt our
lesson of loving and caring for
our dear faithful bicycles
Had to master cycling,
That's for sure.