My Bike

When I sat on the bike
it felt like I was on top of the world,
zig zagging down the street in mega comfort.
When I push on the pedal it feels like I could win a medal,
as I gush through the wind
I hope not to get skinned.
As I push it up the Mountain I
go past many fountains.
I get to the top and I’m ready to pop.
As I fly down the mountain I push and pump
but at the same time I dodge every bush and bump.
I approach the jump with very much speed as
I hope not to fall and start to bleed.
My buzzing bike blazes through the
breathtaking Ballarat bush.
The landing of the jump was like a cushion with all my suspension, I felt like a star with all the attention.
Zooming down the end seeing everyone cheering
as I sat on this piece of wonderful engineering.
As I gave my winning words it was hard because of the birds but
I was happy because I beat Mr Chappy.
As I washed my bike it gave me a fright
because all the dirt it made me think my bike
got hurt but it was all good because my bike still stood.