As a proud mom, I would like to share with you a poem that my son wrote last week for a homework assignment. The requirement was to write a poem in which every line starts with a preposition. He is so taken by his cycling experience that he made it the subject for his poem.
As much as I tried, the poem structure is not preserved when copied onto this post, so you won't see it the way it is intended. Enjoy, anyway.
Washboard 100 On, my helmet goes,
On the saddle I sit,
In the pedals my shoes clip.
Down the busy street I start,
Up the menacing hill I strain.
By and by the miles fly.
Through my mind a thought rushes,Until I can think of nothing else: “Within and without, my pain is nothing.
To save a life, a pale price to pay
Before the victims’ pain so great".
Up 1,000 feet so far, 50 miles done, half way there.
Across another valley,
Up another hill,
Down another slope.
Down my energy goes,
At the same time, up. While I know what I do won’t save those dear to me,
After my feat, I can help save those dear to others.
Beneath their seemingly luminous faces they know their fate is either
loss to cancer or salvation by the work of others. On the road, the bumps, the Washboard.
Under my feet my bicycle rattles
On the surface of the Washboard.
In three miles it ends, back to the smooth rolling road.
Near the end now. Up I look to the souls who came today, afflicted.
As I, they ride, to save others from that which they have tried so hard
to overcome.
Over now, I have come.
-Adam Habib