Bycicle Down the Hill
I kicked the dirt
And pushed the bicycle.
Hooray.
The roads ahead of me
Were so many directions.
I prayed to God,
While looking up quickly
And God looked at me.
He alone helped my ride to go smoothly.
God ever helps us smoothly. Only we need to feel this. Beautifully presented poem is shared here...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an inspiring write, Vera...... a huge 10+++++++