Terence G. Craddock

(Westport New Zealand)

Freedom Riding Racing Summer Winds


driving in a car
through beautiful
scenic South Island
home New Zealand
alpine mountains...

dusty sandy
beach roads
dusty sandy
windy lonely
fresh breezy

beach roads
or summer hot
sand sun baked
still air shimmering hot
power out onto tidal mud flats

riding off road
on trail bikes
on my motorbikes
riding in the sun
riding without roads

free freedom riding
riding without limitations
sun shining summer days
racing linked shadows
racing summer winds

Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014

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Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in March&May 2014 on the 11.3&17.5.2014.
Split image from the poem 'Choose Time Spanning Moments' by Terence George Craddock.

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