My Love Of Motocross Poem by Mikayla Smith

Speed, agility, fun and racing,
metal, aluminium and fuel with colourful plastic casing.
The smell of petrol and the haze of dust.
The slight stench of CRC, a chemical that prevents rust.

The cold air that pushes through your helmet,
For my favourite hobby, my mind is set.
Well it's been set for since I was four,
When I woke up to a slight knock on the door.

I ran out the door, right in front of me,
I thought to myself, 'No, it could not be.'
But yes it was, a brand new Peewee 50
It shiny red Honda, something I thought my eyes would never see.

And from there on, motorbike to motorbike,
Doing the thing I love, not just like.
Winning trophies, occasionally doing stunt,
But of course with a motorbike that has lots of torque and lots of grunt.

If you don't ride a motorbike, your loss,
I just wanted to share my love of motocross!