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Nov 14, 2023
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The Bell On Her Bicycle
Three wobbly hesitations.
Two nasty spills.
One "I'mgonnadoit!"
And off she goes,
tires flying
almost as joyfully
as the sound of
the victorious bell
piloting her handlebars.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ruby Lord
1 year 8 months ago
This is lovely, I can feel
This is lovely, I can feel the joy and achievement balanced in each line. Ruby :) xx
Lavender
1 year 8 months ago
Hello, Ruby,
I clearly remember the feeling as a child, and I witnessed both children and grandchildren learning to ride their bikes. The feeling of success is sensational!
Thank you, as always, for reading and sharing your thoughts!
L
RoseBlack
1 year 8 months ago
This is just beautiful
The memories have come flooding back...me learning to ride my bicycle...those first falls and skinned knees. Then when I learned and raced a friend home from the park...went a little too fast and hit the neighbors fence! Thank you for bringing back some very good childhood memories with this simple, short write
Lavender
1 year 8 months ago
Hello, Carrie,
It sounds like you took a tumble or two, also. We always had skinned knees, and would get right back up and power along. I wish I could ride like that again! It was like flying!
Thank you for reading and sharing a sweet piece of your childhood!
L
Geezer
1 year 8 months ago
Yeah...
there were a couple of girls in our neighborhood that were a couple of years older than us with better bikes and gears!
The beat us until they stopped racing and were interested in boys for different reasons. Anyway, nicely done. I got the feel
of wind in my face, thanks, ~ Geez.
.
Lavender
1 year 8 months ago
Hi, Geezer,
Funny how the memory of riding bikes triggers so many more things in our childhood. Our bikes were connected with our freedom!
Thanks for reading and sharing!
L