The bike
The saddle wobbles In the wind.
The handles are leaning against a silver berch.
The mud guard crumbling every moment of time.
The light reflects of the glowing sun.
This bike is special.
This bike is a living, light.
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I like the last line and the second line.
Hi,really nice poem.
I like the bit were you said the saddle wobbles in the wind.
This is a amazing poem. I love the word reflects. Does it crumble every second of the day? Maybe change the word living to something that is more detailed and specific to the bike. Keep up the good work.
Wow I loved the line “The mud guard crumbling every moment of time!
What is a mud guard is exactly?
Maybe add more lines next time?
1.I like that the bike is a living light.
2.What is the light to do with the bike?
3.Not putting capital letters in the middle of the sentence.
I really like this poem you have got good vocabulary