I like to ride on my bike every day
Where the limbs of trees
Shake hands in the breeze
Over my head with the tips of their leaves.
I like to race with the sun in my face
Down trails I know
Where no one goes
Except the wind that blows and blows.
from A Fury of Motion: Poems for Boys
Boyds Mills Press © Charles Ghigna
Where the limbs of trees
Shake hands in the breeze
Over my head with the tips of their leaves.
I like to race with the sun in my face
Down trails I know
Where no one goes
Except the wind that blows and blows.
from A Fury of Motion: Poems for Boys
Boyds Mills Press © Charles Ghigna
4 comments:
Hi, Charles. I love how your poem captures the sense of freedom -- not just from movement but also from being alone.
This poem makes me want to hop on my bike and ride!
I love the imagery of limbs on trees shake hands in the breeze!
Thanks for sharing your poem, Charles!
Thank you Toby, Kelly, Mary Lee and Laura! Very kind comments from some very fine poet/friends!
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