Sport - The Flying Motor Cyclist Poem by Paul Warren

Sport - The Flying Motor Cyclist



I always calculate my jumps
On my motorcycle over cars and humps
I know the speed and the ramp angle
I have crashed and the odd motorcycle I mangle
It's exciting for the crowd and the adrenalin is high
I leave the ramp and fly through the sky
How many broken bones they asked me
Well you see I stopped counting at twenty three!

© Paul Warren Poetry

Friday, February 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sport
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was inspired by a program on the Discovery Channel of a bloke who was a stuntman jumping cars and crashing.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Laquory Jones 12 February 2016

The old saying goes If you fall down you get back up. I believe in self evolving, As long as we as individuals and People continue to climb and aim for success we can get through any hurdle or obstacle in our way. We are built to succeed.

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