Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
I used to ride without my hands; In time I did quite well.
Up the drive and down the street;
Balanced, I rarely fell.
All the kids around my home, traveled in this fashion.
Riding, without holding on,
Became our common passion.
Downhill the ride was slow, and always with great care.
Riding also without feet?
Not something one would dare!
Backwards too, was possible, for our traveling style:
As we journeyed in a pack,
On unicycles, single file.