My Bicycle

My father bought me a bicycle

So shiny, so fast, so quick

I hugged him so, he lost a breath.

It rides well, shiny bars and all

A yellow horn and all red

I can cycle fast; I will do the ‘honk’ ‘honk’

My brave dad will make the brakes

I can’t do both, so he will help me.

I will grow big, riding it

My father will buy a new one, bigger

And I will hug him hard

And we will cycle all the way

Singing a song, my dad and I,

All the way to heaven.

ANUSHA.U.R.

7 yrs

This was written before my father bought me a bicycle. Writing it made me feel I had one. I loved cycling but was bad at it.