Motorcycling Poem by Ashley Sinclair

Motorcycling



I fly though the air as if on magical wings, without a worry or a care as heart sings.

I feel the engine start to hum as the wind gives way,
So I turn up my music loud and clear to brighten up my day.

I am so to be out of the car or the box it seems, because out I finally can feel free.

Saturday, November 24, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: car,music,wind,wings
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