Poetry

Dirt Bike

By Karen Lee Stradford

Photo by Harrison Haines on Pexels.com

I’m 16 today.
I got a dirt bike.
After years of asking, I knew that my parents would finally give in.
I can’t wait to
cruise.
The envy of my friends.

First thing I need is to learn to drive.
At the park, my father showed me the features.
Eagerly, I ride
through the paths,
around the pond,
up and down the small hills.

My confidence is fading,
can’t remember how to
stop.
I gain rapid speed
heading towards the bottom,
picnic table in sight.

My father ran
like a superhero.

Categories: Poetry

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