I Dream of Having an Old Red Bicycle I Dream of Having an Old Red Bicycle Save as PDF or Print Written by: David Windle I dream of having an old red bicycle with rusted wheels and tired out brakes, I’ll ride my old red bicycle around the sunny streets af a town by the sea And in the basket carry plums for you and me to eat down to their stones. Lets share this Related poems Fantastic Family ElasticDay and NightThe Rowing ManSuddenly Sunlight Change category