Monday, May 4, 2009

Yesterday I Was Flying

It was perfect outside, and since I was eying my red and blue bike all winter long, I decided it was time to ride it once again.

I was speeding down the hill when I saw a bird that was flying at the same speed as me. It was not right next to me, but I was parallel to it. I've always wanted to do that. Because when you ride parallel to a bird that is flying at the same speed you are, it makes you feel like you are flying yourself.

(This is sort of a test-post, because my computer is not posting for me lately.)

6 comments:

Noel De Vries said...

That would make a brilliant free verse poem, Mags.

Maggie DeVries said...

I never thought about that. I may try to write one, but I'm not really a poem-writer, more a poem-reader. :]

Marie DeVries said...

Your computer picked a wonderful post to agree to post. :)

Maggie DeVries said...

Even though we have the same computer. That is what confuses me the most...

Marie DeVries said...

haha :) I just have a tad more patience, I think ;). Although, I haven't been posting much these days, anyway...

Noel De Vries said...

Free verse isn't tricky. You take your paragraph and rearrange stuff:

It was perfect
outside

Eying my red and blue bike
all winter long,
it was time to
ride
again.

Speeding down the hill
when I saw a bird
flying at the same speed
as me.
Not right next to me,
but parallel.

I've always wanted
to do that.

You feel like you are flying
yourself.