Wheeler

I can’t resist riding my four wheeler.
When I thrust the throttle,
I feel a roar of power,
and the burst of speed,
as I pace through the peaceful,
yet untamed wilderness.

In the wilderness,
as I putz around on my four wheeler,
I’m in a state that’s peaceful.
As I tap the throttle,
I adjust my speed,
and my trudging power.

There is pulsing power
through out the wilderness.
And the speed,
of the massive four wheeler.
It has a touchy throttle.
This is peaceful.

Within the peaceful,
there is  power.
The energy comes from the throttle.
As I plow through the wilderness,
my ferocious four wheeler,
cuts through with speed.

Though I have speed,
this time is peaceful.
The four wheeler,
I have has tremendous power.
The great wilderness,
is no match for my throttle.

When I punch the throttle,
as I feel the speed,
I blast through the wilderness.
There aren’t many times as peaceful,
as I build power
in my four wheeler.

Within the peaceful wilderness,
I hit the throttle with power
and speed home on my four wheeler.

written by Jake

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