Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Bike poem

The wind was blowing in my hair as the autumn sunset glowed on my face. 

I felt free, as if I was on a adventure.

Rust coloured leaves were slowly falling in front of me as the dying grass was swaying at my side.

Happiness and excitement flows through me as I go faster.

It felt as if I was flying through the bright sky.

All the colours swarm together as I flash by.

I hear birds chirping as the sun slowly sets into night.

One of the rough leaves grazes my skin as I bike.

I see the sky setting into blue, orange and purple as I bike home.


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