The Out of Date Bike by Connor @Belmont
The rusty, out of date bike hunched against the silver birch.
The handlebars are like wolverines claws rusted over.
The wheels are like a heartbroken sunset.
Spokes,
as thin as a piece of paper burning,
in the sunlight of a vast field.
Cogs click a drum and bass solo.
A conquering chain clatters.
Pedals droop in the sadness of waiting to be stepped on,
one last time.
The rusty, out of date bike hunched against the silver birch.
Hi my name is Arron and i’m from ChorleyStJames Primary school and this poem is really good my favourite part is The wheels are like a heartbroken sunset is brings a big imagination in my head and what is your favourite part? And well done.