I am the riding bicycle in the mountainous, lonely field
I wonder when will i hit the next curve
I hear the singing birds far up in the sky
I see the sun rising up from behind
I want to get across the flowing, shinning river
I am the riding bicycle in the mountainous, lonely field
I pretend to know where I'm heading
I feel the wet and fresh breeze behind my neck
I touch the green, glowing grass
I worry about falling
I cry when I can't stand up
I am the riding bicycle in the mountainous, lonely field
I understand the ride is exhausting, and long
I say I can keep going even with obstacles or struggles in my way
I dream that I get to the end of the ride
I try to keep going no matter what
I hope for success like a bird with out walls
I am the riding bicycle in the mountainous, lonely field.

2 comments:
Wow Tania I feel like I am riding that bike. I think I have an interpertion of the poem that might have wanted the reader to catch. You are that bike, well almost everyone is, they start like babies not knowing where they are going so they go wild until they grow up and now they to make decisions for themselves, face the world as it is and trust in themselves and only them because no one else will help you. It is like first sergeant the only person that wil help you is you because the rest will try to pull you back into the shadows and make you never achieve that goal you have.
Tania, I connected to your story. You know how to express very wonderful in your writing. you put the reader in the story. It is an amazing poem. I realy like it, is a cool poem!
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