Pressing down
Thrusting down
Hand gripped tight
Downwards
Upwards
Then down, and then up again
The wind blowing through my hair
The scent of spring gliding by
Exhilaration, my heart going faster
Nothing can stop me now
Warm cool evening
With the top down
Driving a five speed soft top Jeep is a blast!
Another very good poem here Patricia up to your usual high standards
As our late great comedian Eric Morecambe would say, 'There's No Answer to That! ' Naughty but neat. Paul.
You naughty lady, what do you think I was thinking, Excellent Patricia --Melvina--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very naughty Patricia but very nice. I have a similar one about a spinning top. Your words and images are so free flowing after the let down. A very clever piece of writing. Karin Anderson