The moment of trust

Steady, Steady as she goes
Climb aboard.

Pedal, foot to the pedal
Daddy’s got you.
 
Whoaaaa, Wobblinggg, 
Wheww, got my balance.
 
Roll, Rolling, easy does it.
 
Fast, Faster, this is easy!

Look at me! 

Tip, Tipping,
Daddy, where are you?
 
Steer, Handle bars steering
 
Squeeze, Breaks are slowing
 
Turn, Guiding and turning
 
Pedal, Push a bit harder
 
Pedal,, Move a bit faster
 
Pedal,,, Gettin' it going!
 
Dodge the bump
Ford the stream
Climb the hill
Chart the course
 
See you when you get home!
 
What a shame if I had held on 
and you could go only as fast as your father
And no farther.
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About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on February 10, 2020, in Body, poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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