Riding my bikeA Poem by Sarah W. FrenchI was doing nothing wrong
Riding my bike
sailing across the ground That is my freedom A place to practice lines, sing, and think Riding my bike in the golf course So few people about i've done it so many times Today I'm riding Not even saying a word I nod to a chubby man and he points out this is not a place to ride But where am i to go This is next to the path I guess I could ride at the beach I know where i was that's not the issue The issue is I need to move about and there's no where to go Riding my bike now a think i can't do © 2012 Sarah W. French |
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Added on July 6, 2012 Last Updated on July 26, 2012 AuthorSarah W. FrenchPAAboutI won't be publishing all my poems on here but I am putting them on my tumblr. Please check them out. I'm a 16 year old girl who mostly writes poems. I have been verbally bullied and use poetry t.. more..Writing
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