You are poem
You are an abandoned bike that leans against a lonely tree
You are an abounded bike that is begging to be ridden
You are an abandoned bike with the wheels off
You are a bike with a rusty seat
You are a bike with rusty wheels
You are a bike broken headlight
You are a bike with a garden ornament
You are a bike with broken handle bars
You are a bike leaning against the tree with a spider web on.
You are like a bike that has stopped moving
Hi Harley
1. I really like the line “You are an abounded bike that is begging to be ridden”
2. What spider the web is from?
3. Maybe you could say what happened to the bike to stop it moving.