You're the 'he!'

By Harieta Vilsoni

Dad was the he as we cycled past the tree, racing, bracing, chasing me.
We'd laugh and cheer and simply play he
As we cycled past that 'ivi' tree.

Dad was a hoot when it came to flee,
Our house on the hill for an afternoon spree.
Cycling tigerly and s - o carefree.
Dad was a champion and they'd all agree!

I'd take the lead and he'd follow me,
racing, bracing and chasing me.
Me, on me bike and him on his bike,
Edging closer to say, "you're the HE!"

We'd laugh and we'd cheer and we'd feel so
carefree.
On that sandy road to the airport,
Just daddy and me.

 

 

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