04-07-2016, 02:17 AM
Every poem here is a delight to read. I am learning so much from each of you. Cidermaid, *hugs*, it really is a lovely piece you wrote, may it lift your spirits.
Here's mine for today:
That Time Santa Claus Taught Me To Fly
He bought it used
and painted it blue.
It stood under the tree
the year I was seven.
With him much was easy
and so with this.
He held me steady
and walked while I peddled.
Then gave a push, shouting,
"Go! Peddle faster!
"Turn left! Now right!"
I wobbled, he caught me,
no training wheels ever
as safe as those arms,
no pony as fine as
that blue bike of mine.
Here's mine for today:
That Time Santa Claus Taught Me To Fly
He bought it used
and painted it blue.
It stood under the tree
the year I was seven.
With him much was easy
and so with this.
He held me steady
and walked while I peddled.
Then gave a push, shouting,
"Go! Peddle faster!
"Turn left! Now right!"
I wobbled, he caught me,
no training wheels ever
as safe as those arms,
no pony as fine as
that blue bike of mine.