Do you remember watching someone you love as they learned to ride a bike?

On a Bicycle

When he spies that I am watching,
an audience of one,
he is suddenly determined
that he will not be undone

in his efforts to impress me
with his prowess and his skill;
he pedals down the precipice:
(a gently sloping hill).

And though he should look forward
he glances back towards me;
for what he has accomplished
he's wanting me to see!

The whole world could be watching
yet there is only one;
but that one is his father
and the peddler is my son.

Next poem: On a Swing Long Ago

Author: Jerry Dan Deutschendorf
from: Red Earth Whisperings
Part III: Family and Friends