Biking Lake Lansing Poem by Rhonda Baker

Biking around the lake, wind in my hair
Almost a dozen colorful sail’s make me stop and stare
Daffodils with orange faces, tiny miniatures of the sun
A muskrat eating grass, he too is having fun
Coasting down hill, easy as can be
Standing on my pedals, trying to climb the hill in front of me
We pass a squirrel at face level, standing like a stone
We’ve had so much fun biking, but now it’s time to head home