Up, down, Mom grips, Runs, Then lets go. Up, down, Weaving wheel Snake prints In gravel and grass. Up, down, Two pedals, Little bike, On the ground. Up, down, Boy’s spirit, Knee Scuffed. Up, down, Little bike Put away For another day. Up, down, “I will do that when I know how.” Up, down, Door slams. Up, down, Mom sighs. There’s no Explaining That you Need to Do it To learn How. There’s no Explaining Down, up. That was a hard day. How do you convince him that he can't just not do something until he knows how to do it? Of course, now he's grown, having learned how to ride his bike shortly after that incident, and now rides a motorcycle!