Dan and his Bike

When Dan was just one of the boys
He gave away all of his toys
He had no need for blocks or trucks
No time to play rifles and bucks

The only thing that made him smile
Was riding his bike, mile after mile
He started at the crack of dawn
Before the world could even yawn

In the saddle he felt like the richest king
Over mountains and plains he'd go wheeling
And when he'd come to a body of water
He had no time for boats or other fodder

He'd bike on through the sunlit lake
The fish would scatter and some would quake
To see a boy riding through the moss
Would make the Bull Moose very cross

He'd chase young Dan up on the shore
Dan sped away like it wasn't a chore
He rode through deserts where the cactus grew
Over the steep Rockies he and his bike flew

On the plains a tornado sucked him right up
But Dan and his bike packed quite the wallop
The twister it unwound, with so much torque
That it blew Dan and his bike to New York, New York

As the sun set down on the Chelsea Pier
Dan decided he would head back to his own frontier
His legs how they peddled, so nimble and quick
That he soon left the earth, he was super sonic

Airborne, his bike how it flew through the sky
When he spied a pilot in a plane he just waved goodbye
He touched down in his driveway at a quarter to five
Into his bedding he took a nosedive

His mom came to wake him, still he slept
But by noon to the garage he had crept
Will there ever be anything else he might like?
Nobody knows, but Dan and his bike

- Denise Cooper Smith -