Me And My Bike
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Sam Casey, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2007
The sun is shining
The tracks are clear
I need my bike
I know it's near.
Helmet on
Tyres are pumped
'Hey watch me'
Go over the jumps.
Faster and faster I pedal
Did you see that trick?
I should get a medal.
Mounds of dirt
Dust in my eyes
Me and my bike reach for the sky.
Down we come
With a thud
I've grazed my knee
And hair is full of mud.
Me and my bike
There's nothing better I like.