Flying through the Air

A quad, and an inexperienced driver...you do the math

 

Sweat trickles down my face

 

The sun burns against my back

 

And the heat from the engine warms my legs

 

I’m racing through the sand and gravel,

 

The cool water from the swimming hole sounds good,

 

My mind wanders off as I continue driving

 

I wish I could stop and take a dive

 

If only I wasn’t following father

 

My quad falls into a pothole

 

I try to save it, but it’s too late

 

I’m flying through the air screaming for help

 

I feel pain run down my spine

 

Even with my eyes closed

 

I still know everything that’s going on around me.

 

The birds are chirping while father cries my name

 

Tears well up in my eyes I want so much to cry

 

But the unbearable pain makes it impossible.

 

With the help of my daddy, he helps me along

 

We walk to the swimming hole, washing the blood away

 

He helps me along back to the quads, and then we ride off into the burning sun.

Author's Note

A poem I can't remember writing, so its probably not that great lol

Reviews

[Dylan Cook]

It's powerful, good descsription