A Huffy Bicycle, Forlorn in Winter

A once loved bike, abandoned to the cold
O Ye’ Winter
At your doorstep
Ignored yet not despised
A bicycle not of your
Twisted and gnarled
Rusted and covered
By rain and snow
Not a rider be
Found
Not an owner be
Sowed
Hark!
I call to passersby
Relive me of this life
Of Forlorn
Melting snow will
Reveal my pride
Red and chrome
And black rubber
A bit of polish along my side
A spot of oil, a brush of grease
And I will take you
to where you go
O Ye’ Winter
May a rider be
Found
I am at your doorstep

By William Hunter
Published: 3/20/2009		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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