Skidding In the Summer

Skidding behind a three-wheeler Canterbury bells in my hair And twisted whispers in the wind. Chandelier tinkling glass in the evening Wicked wonders in my eye Adventure of the wild summer life The lights and sounds of a world unbridled Constant noise and blazing light. Where have the wild gone What this road’s children once had? But as the wind pulls my hair from my face Those memories drift away Leaving only my blades and an ATV And the asphalt underneath.