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.
Copyright © Lacey Petty | Year Posted 2006
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