Tricycle Poems - Poems about Tricycle

Jesyca A little girl full of life with so much love for her papa. It was love at first sight when papa laid eyes on her at her birth. He was her nanny; papa never laid her down but cradled her in his arms until it was time to leave. He was mama until she was two. When he would correct her, he'd...

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Look I can Ride my tricycle On only two wheels because I have to till we fix it and fix it we will in the poor quarters downtown the tricycle in our midst is overused and well shared among many It's because we care for each other and the little things we do and have matter that I can ride my tricycle on two wheels only....

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As a kid I tried to ride a tricycle down a hill Start was fine, but as speed inclined the handlebars shaking grew To wobbling crescendo, and the trike bike ejected me the dill. I also tried billycarts galore racing down dogleg hill slope descent Trouble was where did you go when car appeared coming up the road No choice...

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Jesyca A little girl full of life with so much love for her papa. It was love at first sight when papa laid eyes on her at her birth. He was her nanny; papa never laid her down but cradled her in his arms until it was time to leave. He was mama until she was two. When he would correct her, he'd...

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My first tricycle should have been built for two My baby sister jumped on the back Down through the woods we zoomed Running into a tree, I scraped my knee Across the handle bars she flew My beautiful tricycle could not be fixed The cuts and scrapes were only small knicks We never rode a tricycle again But me and my sister Are forever...

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With a smile upon my face and a twinkle in my eye I rode my sister's tricycle with an accomplished sigh Traveling as fast as my three year old legs could carry me Feeling the wind in my hair, I was filled with joyous glee. But my happiness was short lived and came to an abrupt stop When my...

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~My Tricycle~ Christmas eve, I could not help but peek. There it was, a blue and pinkish bike. With streamers all for me... A ride, I wanted to feel inside. A surprise, I ruined for my eyes. The joy I felt, a naughty kid like me could not hide. Running back into my room, jumping with glee. Waiting and waiting............................................... Christmas day, comes...

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The tricycle army What does a tricycle mean to a three year old? Just as another plaything, does, it, she behold? Loving it like the grown-up’s love for love’s madness On it, she roves about the yard and inside the house. But , is it all there is to this special bonding? No, it has got another level of...

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