Submitted by Alyssa Vallero; 7th grade 10/08
This entry relates to the past, present.
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Over the bike bridge,
Waving to cars below me,
Huffing and puffing
I’m racing a cheetah,
Faster than me.
Biking slowly,
Finally on the crest,
The spinning wheels are free.
My friendly side showing,
People whip past me,
Nodding their heads
As a kind hello,
Afraid to slow down
Or stop,
For fear they will
Lose speed
And their race against
The invisible gravity beast.
The race is won,
Wind cheers me on.
Suddenly, I feel a
Wet drop on my head.
My face looks up to the sky.
Clouds are gaining upon me
As I make a u-turn
Toward home.
This time,
My heart works faster,
Not seeming to breathe
With the effort of
Repeating what I’ve
Done.
The rain
Is my comrade,
Consoling me on,
Promising me with a
Fulfilling reward.
Climbing over the
Bike bridge once again,
Having no time
To wave to cars
Whilst I
Slowly weave
My way up the high
Bike bridge,
Wheezing and choking,
Then flying free
As I hear
The thunder
And feel the soft
Pitter-patter
Of the malleable
Drizzle of rain
Sneak upon me
As I arrive home.
The prize is given To me…
Davis is my home.