Not as easy as falling off a bike
Was teaching my girl to ride one today
Her knees and elbows padded, took a hike
To the park where the surface is okay
Firm dirt path shaded by a canopy
Of mature trees from the sun’s wilting heat
She tilted, wobbled, paused for several plays
On nearby swings and seesaw, to the beat
Of workmen on a distant roof. ‘Compete
With those two sisters, show off swing technique!’
She thought, all Machiavellianly,
Then we left them, went riding in the street
Or she did, with me guiding, wide awake
To traffic, parked cars, and health and safety
Wed 23 July 2008
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