WheelsA Poem by Steve KittellBoys and toysI like wheels - that’s what I like. Cars or trucks or a motor bike, wheels make me smile and grin. Some wheels spin in wind on a pin. ~ I wish I had wheels on my feet. Then I can zoom down the street. Up the ramp and flying high, wheeling through the open sky. ~ I wish I had wheels on my chair. I could get things way over there. I could scoot in my stocking feet. Or reach things high standing on seat. ~ Wheels go round and round in my head. I wish I had wheels on my bed. Then I can drive to all my dreams. Win all the races, hear crowd screams. ~ In the garage, my wheels parked there. Soon I’ll be out, wind in my hair. First kick tires, adjust the seat. Polish the chrome isn't she sweet. ~ Check the mirror so I can see, everything - way behind me. Yes - riding fast is what I like. On all three wheels of my trike. ~ The End sck091114 © 2014 Steve Kittell |
StatsAuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more..Writing
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