Balance Bike
A balance bike is really neat;
instead of pedals, use your feet,
a comfy, slightly lower seat,
for freedom that just can’t be beat.
My Greta girl is only three,
but she can push along with me.
She giggles, and she laughs with glee
out riding with her Big Daddy.
At first, she lacks a certain skill,
and does not quite yet have the will,
or is afraid that she will spill;
she keeps her feet down on the hill.
But soon, she’s lifting those feet high,
off with a gleam in her blue eye.
As I will surely testify,
my Greta girl can proper fly!
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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