bike poem

9 in the morning Saturday came 
moms in the kitchen cleaning the sink
and dad got up early to work hard outside
today was the day he would teach me to ride

i rush to the kitchen to eat up the meal
dad waltzing in with a smile that was real
he knew i was watching he knew i was there
ready to chase all the birds in the air

dad takes my hand we walk out the door
he's ready to show me just how to soar 
he took off the trainers and placed me ontop
held on the back as he gave me the talk
i kept on moving and once he let go
i did as he told me which is all i know
i went down the driveway straight to the street 
pedling down the segmented concrete

traveling faster and racing the wind
all is alive and the sky has a grin
while it welcomes me right here
i have no limits and no need to cry
free like an eagle high in the sky 
what could stop these wings when they fly

i pay no attention to the road all around
a rock stops the wheel as i plunge to the ground
i cant move a muscle and the ride is deformed 
i'm more then just helpless in these clothes that are torn
but off in the distance a man starts to run 
it was my dad saving his son
and the more that i cried 
the more he embraced
so i rolled onto his shoulders and flying back home
we raced

traveling faster and racing the wind
all is alive and the sky has a grin
while it welcomes me right here
i have no limits and no need to cry
free like an eagle high in the sky