Sunday, June 26, 2005


Rating: 4.6
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.

I must lean just right to make the curve,
Then get my balance back on track.
I look for the chance to do a trick,
I start the turning back.

I catch the air and do a kick-flip,
The board goes round and meets my feet.
I get anxious as I start a trick,
But glad its ended safe and neat.

My board becomes part of my body,
I cannot be whole without it.
What if it breaks and leaves me stranded?
How can I get there? ........I'll just sit! !
Pene Burkey
babi sisay 17 September 2020
I dont niw about scat but its nics i love it
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Ryder Kasun 04 March 2019
I am using this poem for an assessment.??
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Ben Leatherbarrow 01 October 2013
Hi my name is Ben leatherbarrow
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