Poem | Ride on a bike | February & March | E-Minds Magazine

 Ride on a bike

Aaliyan Asad

I like to ride my bike

With my friend mike

We were cycling up on a hill

At the top we saw a wind mill

Our bike was small

But the hill was tall

We hit on the ground

And fell round and round

Our bike got crashed

And it was totally smashed

We went home back

Because we found the right track