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The lucky bike ride

November 13, 2018
By Anonymous

I leave my driveway on my bike

Going down my street

The houses are passing by quickly like a train

The numbers are unreadable

I get towards the bottom and let go of the brakes a little

I start to go faster like a cheetah going after its prey

The houses go by quicker and quicker

Until i'm at the bottom

There is no way I can stop in time

The sidewalk coming closer and closer

Until I hit it

The bike goes flying

I go flying like a bird

And then I see it a big tree

I go flying into it

I go flying off my bike but i’m not hurt

I lie in the tree staring into space

Somehow I get up and get my foot unstuck

And head back to my house


The author's comments:

This is a narrative poem about my experience on my bike.


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