His First Bike Poem by Lamar Cole
His First Bike
If he could live one day over, the thing that he would like.
Was to be a boy again on Christmas getting his first bike.
Jumping for joy with all his might.
Enjoying his bike that was out of sight.
Riding it every day very far.
Being sure to watch out for the cars.
This day he would do again and again.
There is not one thing that he would change.
Riding everyday is nice and enjoying first bike experience is nicely expressed in this poem.10
Ah, the joys of childhood bikeriding! Me, my sister, and my group of girlfriends, exploring new neighbourhoods and coasting down dirt hills! Thanks for the memories, Lamar!
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8/7/2025 6:49:27 AM # 1.0.0
I can relate. Some things you never forget. A fun read. Keep Writing...