Bike poem Mollie TJS
The old rusty bike lays against the tall crooked tree.
A light shines flickering and drawing attention to the bugs and flies.
A little friend perches itself on the ancient bike.
Lush green grass sits beneath the dirty bike.
The creepy baby lays there watching your every move.
A web hangs waiting for its next pray to accrue.
Good describing
I like the little friend line
You are a great author.
I love your discription