Ruth Street


Mary's Bike. - Poem by Ruth Street

One careful owner had this bike
A postlady name of Mary.
She took it round to all the streets
the route would never vary.

Mary dropped letters through the doors
Whether wind or rain or snow
Even when punctures slowed her down
She would smile and say 'Hello'.

But now the bike will roam no more
Round Alresford's streets and roads
Mary will hang up her postman's sack
And let someone else take the loads.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2009



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