Create a poem from a past memory.

Young and careless

in the woods

free spirit with no intention

ohh I was 8 did I forget to mention

bikes and hills don’t mix

hills will play dirty tricks

falling of oh how it hurts

learned my lesson

bikes and hills don’t mix

Because hills play dirty tricks

-Philip lohn

This daily create was very interesting first I had to think of a memory from my past, and then turn it into a poem, poetry has never been a strength of mine, there is not set rhyme scheme in the poem but some lines do rhyme.

The memory describes a time in which I was careless with my bicycle in the woods, it’s a painful memory so it will always be there plus it taught a lesson, and those are the memories that are most remembered.

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