My Bike II

This is for my daughter.

The big sister.

Faster than the wind,

flying like a rocket,

I race along the path,

treasure jingling in my pockets.

Speeding past the trees,

ducks swimming on the lake,

I weave between the runners

and leave them in my wake.

“Woo-hoo! Wee-heeeeee!”

into the breeze I yell!

Closer, closer, closer-

ringing on my bell!

Squealing to a halt,

cheeks rosy from the flight,

I wait ‘til little brother

slowly ambles back in sight.

My Bike

I wrote this poem for my son.

To encourage him on this next milestone.

My bike moves very fast-

wheels spinning ‘round and ‘round

wind flying swiftly, peddles turn-

I almost leave the ground!

My bike is super speedy-

I make my mummy run.

We ride and run together

‘cos it’s a lot of fun!

I race her to the corner-

watch while she catches up,

I laugh ‘cos I’m the winner!

She gives me big thumbs up.

My bike has two large wheels-

I balance there just so,

(but sometimes when I’m tired,

I lean a bit down low).

My bike has little trainers

but I don’t need them anymore-

I think I’ll ride without them

now that I am four!