Speed, agility, fun and racing,
metal, aluminium and fuel with colourful plastic casing.
The smell of petrol and the haze of dust.
The slight stench of CRC, a chemical that prevents rust.
The cold air that pushes through your helmet,
For my favourite hobby, my mind is set.
Well it's been set for since I was four,
When I woke up to a slight knock on the door.
I ran out the door, right in front of me,
I thought to myself, 'No, it could not be.'
But yes it was, a brand new Peewee 50
It shiny red Honda, something I thought my eyes would never see.
And from there on, motorbike to motorbike,
Doing the thing I love, not just like.
Winning trophies, occasionally doing stunt,
But of course with a motorbike that has lots of torque and lots of grunt.
If you don't ride a motorbike, your loss,
I just wanted to share my love of motocross!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cool poem