Saturday, September 18, 2010

Learning the Bicycle

I heard this poem yesterday on Chuck Swindoll's program ...

Learning the Bicycle
By: Wyatt Prunty

for Heather

The older children pedal past
Stable as little gyros, spinning hard
To supper, bath, and bed, until at last
We also quit, silent and tired
Beside the darkening yard where trees
Now shadow up instead of down.
Their predictable lengths can only tease
Her as, head lowered, she walks her bike alone
Somewhere between her wanting to ride
And her certainty she will always fall.
Tomorrow, though I will run behind,
Arms out to catch her, she'll tilt then balance wide
Of my reach, till distance makes her small,
Smaller, beyond the place I stop and know
That to teach her I had to follow
And when she learned I had to let her go.


Anonymous said...

I listened to this program as well and when I did a search for the poem I found your Blog. Hope you don't mind me following :)


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