Skateboarding Poem by to those who wonder what life is about
Skateboarding
my form of transportation
with four wheel s and with no
protection around me.
Free to let the wind blow my
hair behind me
And when falling, letting my skin
hit the pavement pilling layers back
never to be replaced
Picking yourself up just
to do it all over again
and taking the falls as they
come with skateboarding
With the rush of going fast
down hills, doing tricks,
or just riding on a sidewalk.
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