the rusty bikes,

handlebars were hibernating underneath the crackling twigs balancing not daring to move.

the rusty bike,

rested on the silver birch, waiting patiently to get attention.

the rusty bike,.

lights switched of and fell asleep

the rusty bike,

suffocated hoping to be saved

The rusty bike,

waited  eagerly to go on an adventure.

the ancient bikes,

handle bars jut out like cow horns.

the ancient bike,

leans against the silver birch.

the ancient bike,

was waiting desperatly for its owner to pick him up and bring him back home.

the ancient bike,

suffered hoping to be saved.