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| Photo credit: Ana Cotta |
What is that girl looking at? Where is she? How did she learn to balance on that bike?
Who knows?
But she went. And she looked. And she will remember that day.
Standing on Your Own Two Feet
A bike is for
downhill
and corners
two wheels
two legs
Go.
A bike is for
uphill
and alone
two wheels
two legs
Go.
A bike is for
flat roads
and wind
two wheels
two legs
Go.
Go now! On
your own
two feet
two wheels
two legs
Go. Go. Go!
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
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Poetry Friday is hosted today by Heidi at my juicy little universe.
I am so thrilled at how different all of our poems are this month -- how one element or another of the artwork spoke to us. For you, the bike! I love the refrain of go. Go, go, go. Like pedaling!
ReplyDeleteThis poem rolls forward perfectly. It's so fresh and full of... girlhood, if that's not a weird thing to say. This should be shared!
ReplyDeleteYou've perfectly captured the incredible sense of freedom that having a bike can bring as a child!
ReplyDeleteYour poem conjures up so many childhood biking memories -- mostly the feel of it, the freedom, the energy!
ReplyDeleteLove the momentum of this poem and the sheer joy in bike-riding. Go, go, go!
ReplyDeleteI LIVED on my bike as a kid. Love the refrain and the memories and the urgency. Go! See the world. Be in the world. Go!
ReplyDeleteSo small, so simple, so powerful! Just like being on your own on your bike.
ReplyDeleteDo kids have this experience anymore?