Biking around the lake, wind in my hair <br />A dozen colorful sail’s, make me stop and stare <br />Daffodils with orange faces, tiny miniatures of the sun <br />Muskrat eating grass, he too is having fun <br />Coasting downhill, easy as can be <br />Now standing on my pedals, to climb the hill in front of me <br />We pass a squirrel at face level, standing like a stone <br />We’ve had so much fun biking, but now it’s time to head home <br /> <br /> <br />(5/1/11)<br /><br />Rhonda Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/biking-around-the-lake/
