The Bike Trip Poem by Jacque Hardison

It was a warm, sunny day.
With a cool breeze blowing in thy way.
Nothing to do, boredom aroused.
Staring at a picture, it made thee less proud.

Thy friend called, wanting to ride bikes.
I said, 'why not the usual hikes?
He then said, 'It is a good experience.'
'Thou and other buddies will enjoy the beach's appearance.'

Thee took it upon the offer.
I took thy sunglasses out of the coffer.
Got thy bike, and thy shoes.
And took off, hopefully what he says is true.

Thy buddies and thee met at the park.
Who knew this area would be so dark!
We began our journey on the La Ballona bike path.
As we rode, we saw seagulls taking there bath.

Never experienced anything like this,
Even thy friend said, 'this is better then thy first kiss.'
What he said was a bit irregular
However, seems to enjoy the love of journeys, without being a questioner.

As we rode down,
We came across bees, which brought tons of frowns.
There was only one path to go.
We went through the bee storm, without no one being stung, how is this so

After time went by,
Thy legs were in so much pain, I wanted to cry.
Soon enough we made it to the dead end.
Thank goodness this was the weekend.

The beach was so beautiful.
The image of the sunset and soothing music seemed only suitable.
Thy friend was right, only with this kind of sight,
Makes this journey more than just alright.