Free Poems: Riding My Bike

Free Poems

Riding My Bike

My wheels don’t seem to touch the road
As I fly through the wind.
When I look down,
The road flashes by.
When I look up,
The world is slow motion again,
And I swerve a corner,
Almost floating.

Written by Anna Williams at age 10
Barnstable, Massechusetts
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writerwoman said...

It is quite impressive that you could so beautifully describe this simple pleasure of biking at ten years old.

My work was very silly at that age, but yours is promising.

susan said...

Like the images and room to pull in my own experiences here.


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