Ode to Skateboarding

May 4, 2010
By Anonymous

The board is there for me to ride
Wheels, trucks, and wood
Free ride or competition
Ride in at the skate park.

I’m on my own
Forget everything
No sport let me be this free.

Ride the rail
Like a knife going through butter.
Ollie a barrel
Ramp the pipe
Do all this for the joy of the ride.

Friends all partake
Compete for bragging rights.

Grind

Kick flip

Ollie

Variel

Pop shovit

Road rash
Broken bones
Sprains for part of the sport.

Nothing compares
To the freedom of the sport.


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on Nov. 7 2011 at 2:05 pm
i love this poem


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