The picture with the smiles

As the still smiles stay,
The eyes stare with intensity,
Watching, wondering, waiting.
Motorbikes, blue and red
So still you would think they were dead.
Thumbs up, ready to go
I don’t think that we would go slow!
3...2...1
Now
Leaning to the left then leaning to the right,
Looks like we might take flight.
Thumbs up,
Fears down,
Smiles out,
3...2...1
As the white teeth smile,
The lips stare as if in a trance.
The drivers and the kids,
Having fun,
In the sun,
Shooting off,
Like a gun.

By Beth Pick