When I go rolling on my skateboard,
I feel the wind blow on my face.
My body glides along in freedom,
And then my foot keeps up the pace.
As far as we can see,
The fields snow-covered be.
The wind picks up a load,
Blows snow drifts 'cross the road.
Babbling brook still runs
Beneath the blanket of snow.
Waters of life flow.
To rhyme or not to rhyme
Is not the question.
Neither is it based on
Facts or on fiction.
Bending down to get their glove,
Not thinking of yourself...above.
Giving those who need...a ride;
Amid Blue Ridge Mountains with
Family, friends, and
Senator John S. McCain....
He gets up in the morning
And goes out the door,
Jumps onto his board
And skates to the store.
'Mom, why do you watch those black and white movies?
They're part of our history, Son.