A Poem About Biking
Do you like riding your bike?
This is a short poem I wrote about riding my bike. Since we've become so interested in driving, we forget that we used to ride our bikes to get to places. This poems about riding my bike, and how intimate it really is. I hope you enjoy it!
The sun is at its peak,
A glorious day I seek.
I head out to my yard,
And open my old drawer.
There it is, the key to set me free
I head towards my old friend,
The one who cared enough to send
Me to places where I could mend
My dreams aboard, my thoughts aside
I feel as if I'll ride all night
Racing past the lush green fields
It's time for people's daily meal
But I won't eat my food today
Cause I don't wanna have to pay
And give up time with my old friend.
The sun is now at it's feet
And I guess it's time for me to eat
The day is done, I'm going home
A day well spent,
Not a single groan.
I walk past my old fence door,
Set my friend onto the floor,
Some days have passed,
I've rode my car
But I've kept our friendship in a jar
Never, ever, will I leave my bike
As our friendship, that I really like!
Thanks for reading!