Welcome Visitor: 
This poem is dedicated to my sister.
She likes to ride bikes in the summer!
~~LeAnne
Submitted:May 21, 2008 Reads: 1,831 Comments: 6 Likes: 4
Bike Riding
Feeling the wind against my face
Letting go of the real world.
Feeling free from everything else.
The burning sun on my back
My hair flowing behind me.
And the freedom I don’t lack
Just letting go,
And feeling free.
I was born to be wild.
| 
Email this Poetry
| 
Add to reading list
 |
Add to Reading List |
 |
Become a fan |
 |
Email It |
Share on Other Sites: |
|
Other writing by LeAnne Hell's Angel A Hawk and a Cobra Spellbound Eternal Vows Lullaby of Pain Tears of Crimson