Just a fun piece of poetry that I wrote after I remembered the day my dad helped me riding a bike and it opened up a can of fantasies and dreams of being the fastest and still going faster. So much so my dad would have to stop running and watch me crash in to a garage door. Even today I enjoy a bike ride as it holds the meaning of being free to me.
Bike Ride!
Streamlined
to go faster
the race is on
with his own shadow.
Rubber burning
set on fire
with devil’s wings
flying through air.
Grinding chain
crank is turning
by strength alone
of a forcing foot.
Hand gripping
the wheel tighter
body shifted
strained in place.
Eyes focused
on road ahead
painting a smile
on timid face.
World passing
faster than wind
blowing in his hair
freedom there for taking.
We all smile
at fantasy and dreams
of a six year old
on his new red bike.
©Ranting Crow2014-’15
Ranting Crow 