Dirt Bike Poem

not just a dirt bike. Me and my dad were eating seril. My dad said let's go to the shed i want to show you something. We walked thru the garage. Down the hill and throw the wet grass. mY Shoes kept slipping on the grass and it made it hard to stand. Finally we got two the shed. My dad unlocked the door and swung it open. My dad said do you see anything different in the shed. No i said it always looked like this. I squinted and looked close at every precise detail. Until i looked over by my dad standing next to his big dirt bike. Tucked under a box was a little yellow dirt bike. I looked at my dad and tried to say thank you but the word`s just did not come out. I ran over to my dad and gave him a