Friday, May 31, 2013

senses poem


I see off roading karts driving through the bushes   
crunching the rocks with there  big fat  shaped tires .
I hear roaring engines driving down the gravel track
I smell diesel drifting closer
I taste toxic air
I feel the ground moving as they drive down the track
I  think it is the people that live at the end of the track that drive their off road karts everyday I wish I was one of them