Motion
Here comes the fury beast
riding thru the wind
Thighs are beating
as is his heart
Excitement from the very start
He lives for motion
fast and free
Don't hold on to me
is his plea.
Peddling
On goes his cap
and then his helmet
He steps on the pedals
getting ready to run
Winding and winding
the wheels go
Sweat pouring
from his soul.
Speed
Why does he fly
it's not a want
it's a need
How fast can he go
It depends
What did the day offer
what came his way
Was it happy
was it sad
maybe it was bad.
By Lynn Hahn
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