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:
That would make a brilliant free verse poem, Mags.
I never thought about that. I may try to write one, but I'm not really a poem-writer, more a poem-reader. :]
Your computer picked a wonderful post to agree to post. :)
Even though we have the same computer. That is what confuses me the most...
haha :) I just have a tad more patience, I think ;). Although, I haven't been posting much these days, anyway...
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.
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