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Bike Riding<\/strong><\/p>\n standing where you should be I step up\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 leaning forward unsure if he\u2019s ready<\/p>\n or how to explain but we push on\u00a0\u00a0 we push tramadol online overnight<\/a> on keeping by his side<\/p>\n keeping by his side<\/p>\n a father\u2019s steadying hand<\/p>\n always at the ready<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Peter Burrows<\/strong>\u2019 poems have appeared most recently in\u00a0Northwords\u00a0Now,\u00a0Marble Poetry,\u00a0Words for the Wild\u00a0<\/em>and\u00a0Coast to Coast to Coast.<\/em>\u00a0His poem Tracey Lithgow<\/em> was shortlisted in the Hedgehog Press 2019 Cupid\u2019s Arrow Poetry Prize. Bike Riding standing where you should be sharing a joke\u00a0\u00a0 watching as they played I step up\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 leaning forward to teach your boy how to cycle free unsure if he\u2019s ready or how to explain this constant steadying the continuous little falls constantly righting yourself correcting the balance looking to looking ahead […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19539","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19539"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19539\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19541,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19539\/revisions\/19541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nsharing a joke\u00a0\u00a0 watching as they played<\/p>\n
\nto teach your boy how to cycle free<\/p>\n
\nthis constant steadying
\nthe continuous little falls
\nconstantly righting yourself
\ncorrecting the balance
\nlooking to looking ahead
\nwheeling into wavering momentum<\/p>\n
\nmoving always
\nat a pace<\/span><\/p>\n
\n@Peter_Burrows74 peterburrowspoetry.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"