Well...school is almost out and not many people know this about me. I love riding motorcycles, i love the feeling of being free.
So heres another random poem:
This Motorcycle
The day was rough,
this house is to quiet,
I call you up,
you pull in, I hope on the back,
here we go,
down in first,
you pull out of my drive way,
now we are in second,
We hit the highway,
up in third,
the wind hitting our faces,
here we are in fourth,
the open road,
now we are in fifth,
the highest it will go,
how free we feel,
with no worries in our heads,
the open road,
the blue sky,
how free we are,
on this mototrcycle.
2 comments:
Hopefully, you're feeling the breeze through a helmet.
seriously, even I wear a helmet..i know they look dorky, but wear one anyway...did u know your sis is riding now? I never thought it was so much fun! Love you, girl.
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