Saturday, April 21, 2007

Poetry Sunday at Bicycles and Icicles

"Windy, sunny, and Sunday,
the afternoon of your father's promise,

you will learn to ride your bike"

It's Sunday.
Go read a nice poem about learning
to ride a bike.

Then go out and ride yours.


Maura said...

It's a nice picture. But all I can think about is she's going to fall off that bike when whatever it is she's wearing gets wrapped around the chain.

Michelle said...

That poem isn't the way I learned to ride a bike. Mine involved no parents, a hill, lots of gravel and blood and scars I still have to this day. Thanks for bringing up memories - I think I may now start to have post-traumatic stress disorder - naw.