TO MY GRANDSON, BRADLEY
TO MY GRANDSON, BRADLEY
You’d never guess
What I really like
It’s red and shiny
My new red bike
It does just what
I make it do
Just watch and see
You’ll enjoy it too
When I can go
On a long, dirt path
I can ride so fast
I need a bath
But if I must stop
Just in time
It would be
right there
On a silver dime
I would rather ride
Than walk, or hike
Because I love
My new red bike.
Poem by Imelda Dickinson, Spring 1977
www.imeldadickinson.com
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