The Bike Ride Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The Bike Ride



The bike ride
ME on my bike with a thrill until I came to that hill.
I start to pedal so hard I hit a bump and a jar.
Then I knew it was going to be far.
Up I go with no threat you should see how I sweat.
Each pedal is so tough. I knew this road was rough.
To the top, I must go.
Just a few more and I'll be done.
Here I go now it's fun.Down hill, all the way WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ! !

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: bicycle
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