Rollerblading Poem

One of my favorite things to do when it's not 10 degrees and snowing like crazy in Plattsburrrrrrgh.

Rollerblading

The blades glide across the ground on the ever-rolling wheels.

I love the quiet sound and the way the breeze feels.

Riding down the street with a smile on my face,

I shove my moving feet to quicken up the pace.

Rollerblades must by controlled for a safe and pleasant ride.

Forget daring and bold, I put all that aside.

However, I move quicker, as the wind blows through my hair.

I watch the street lights flicker and realize I’m almost there.

Rollerblading is great fun and it’s easy if you try.

That’s how I got it done, and no, that is not a lie.