PAD countdown 31-2 cycle

Biking Days

(trimeric)

We kids rode bicycles on shady country roads.

We packed lunches scrunched in carriers.

We hopped off our bikes and sat on mossy rocks.

We listened to the gurgling creek as we ate.

We packed lunches scrunched in carriers—

Sandwiches poorly slapped together by eager hands.

Apples that had a tendency to escape and roll downhill.

We hopped off our bikes and sat on mossy rocks.

The coolness of shade and creek felt good on hot days.

The thick rhododendrons made for a secluded getaway.

We listened to the gurgling creek as we ate.

We made jokes and plans for Shrum Hill,

Where we’d go next and fly down at top speeds.