Chill Beats

I just can't

seem to get away from you.

not saying that I'd like to.

throw back..

nope.

the things you find..

Riding My Bike

My wheels don’t seem to touch the road
As I fly through the wind.
When I look down,
The road flashes by.
When I look up,
The world is slow motion again,
And I swerve a corner,
Almost floating.


Written by
Anna Williams at age 10
Barnstable, Massechusetts