• Biking

    I love to ride my bike
    It sometimes gives me a fright
    I look for jumps and bumps
    and hills for thrills

    I ride with my bro
    and he's always to slow
    I go ahead
    but then he wants my head

    The wind is soothing
    but sometimes it's too cooling
    it bites my hands
    something I can't stand

    It's always fun
    to be on the run
    I watch the trees come and go
    remembering when my grandpa died long ago
    that dreadful evening
    I could never forget
    when they told me
    that my grandfather has passed away

    No matter how old
    no matter how bold
    I will always love to ride my bike
    and I will never forget my grandfather
    and the day he passed away