Flying through the Air

Flying through the Air

A Poem by Miranda

A quad, and an inexperienced 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 Miranda

Author's Note

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

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It's powerful, good descsription

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Added on May 11, 2009



Redding, CA

My 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..

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