My BIKE

On Christmas morning,

I rush downstairs

and there it is

beside the tree

two shiny black tires

a cherry-red frame--

my own bicycle.

The one present

I really, really wanted.

On the handle bars

hanging,

like a Christmas tree ornament,

my bicycle helmet

with red flames

licking up the sides.

My bicycle,

my happiness,

my ticket 

to explore,

my freedom.

     Do you have a bicycle or is that on your Christmas wish list?  I remember my first bike.  My father got it from the Salvation Army Thrift Shop and painted it red for me.  He put wooden blocks on the pedals so I could reach them.  I was the only kid in my kindergarten class with a two wheel bicycle.  I learned early because I was always riding my older sister's bike.  But it was no where near as early as my own son who was riding a two wheeler when he was three years-old.  If you could fly on a bike, where would it take you?  What would the ride be like?  Can you write a poem about that?  Or write a poem about your own bicycle.  Have a fun time with this prompt.