Bicycles and Winter
I recall some years ago a gift I got on Christmas day
A shiny new 3 speed bicycle, all new and on display
I marveled at it's sleekness and hungered for a ride
Alas I had to temper my desire and keep it all in stride
For outside my window blew a storm of icy rainy snow
A ride upon my new bicycle was a definite no-go
Still being of a younger age I set my mind to task
Riding that bicycle was my goal, in glory I would bask
I bundled up and brace myself against the raging storm
Figuring the exercise would keep my body warm
Upon my bike I sat in glee and started out on my quest
The results of this were horrid, my attempts were not my best
Slipping and sliding in the slush and crashing on the ground
I soon realized my dream of riding were never to be found
With saddened eyes and sore limbs I took my bicycle inside
Placing it in the basement I attempted to truly hide
The moral of my story and it is a very wise one
Winter storms and riding bikes are definitely no fun
This poem was written by Evan Forrester on Nov 11, 2007.
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