My motorbike
By Rian P
Published 20 September 2017
Fast, fun, dirty bikes
Riding fast through the bush
Open spaces, crazy places
Each day is fun, each day is great
I love my bike and how fast it goes
When I ride it I can touch the sky
Free as a bird, not a care in the world
The landscape going quickly by
Riding down dusty roads
Sheep and roos and emus too
I push it hard and hold on tight
I want to see how fast I go
I love the feel as my bike responds
When I turn the throttle and
My bike roars on
13 people
Short and tall
13 bikes
big and small
Travelling together as a team
We move along
I am keeping up
I am flying through fields
I see our next stop
I shoot ahead
I want to be the first
The race is on
Faster faster
Dad and me
I'm trying hard
We will see
I didn’t win
Dad’s too fast
But keeping up
I’m happy at last
Lots of noise
Lots of dust
Lots of fun
Let's do it again
Golden sunsets
Crackling fires
Early to bed early to rise
Its time to pack up
We’ll be leaving soon
Its been great to catch-up
But we head for home at noon