![]() Flying through the AirA Poem by Miranda![]() 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. © 2009 MirandaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 11, 2009 Author![]() MirandaRedding, CAAboutMy name is Miranda, I love writing and hope to become an Author one day. If I could get ideas and thoughts about my writing so I can improve would make my day, and I'm anxious to meet anyone ! more..Writing
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