Flying low over stumps and rocks
Dodging people and trees
Mighty “Jug” mans the wheel
Of his infamous speed machine
He’d put it together with heaps of scraps
Gathered from all around
Re-rung a Tecumseh, bolted it on and
Said, “That oughta burn the ground”
Sailing across the new mown lawn
And out through the Johnson grass
He jumped a ridge and came down hard
And might near busted his........ head
Moses! He cried, that was fun, but
Don’t think I’ll make a repeat
That machine got me down out there in the dirt
And wallered all over me
Copyright: C.R. Clark – March,1984
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it - its reflects the engergy and the speed of the ride well written very strong images - ten from me Micron